C110 Palsy of arms

Sitting on the windowsill of the bar, looking out at the silent buildings in the distance and the nearby tall parasol trees, I was overcome by a feeling of passing age. We have both loved and been loved, but the capriciousness of the world makes it impossible for us to hold that person's hand. Once, we resented the injustice of fate, but when we think of that person on a rainy afternoon