Daraish: Breakdown

Do not try to restore your shattered cup to its original shape;

This crack will widen in length and breadth.

Even if you pour water into its rim, it will never fill.

I have never believed in treating wilting;

Who can restore a rose to a lofty branch?

This world is but endings and sunsets,

And everything upon it will eventually fade away.

Do not halt your hope among the ruins,

For sometimes despair heals the afflicted.