Never ask someone about the reason for their sadness, because if they are sad, you won't dare to ask out of fear for your own tears. Just gaze into their eyes; eyes are professional spies.
The sad are more deserving of sorrow than you, gentlemen... In the oddities of humans, the Earth is sad. But why? I promise you, you won't find convincing reasons if you open the treasure chest. It's a disgrace for love, betrayal, and similar absurdities to make you sad. It's a disgrace to feel incomplete just because you're poor in wealth and all that nonsense. I will be sad with you if your health fades before you. I will cry if you can't find anyone to give you blood in return.
I will scream if you lose a departed one.
And I will write if humanity unjustly executes you; I won't be ashamed.
Experience hunger in a foreign land.
Experience sleeping outside in the warmth of ice.
Experience throwing dirt on the grave of a loved one.
Experience suffering from a fatal illness, with prayer being your only cure.
Just try to die while you're still alive, don't call for sorrow, people.
Be ashamed of yourselves, for the ribs of the sad were not spared by the axe.
It's beautiful when yes, sorrow appears, but it's ugly.
At least earn the right to sorrow first, then, only then, grieve.