Hellish Deep Love

My story with him begins with a fateful encounter. That night he held me in his arms in the dark, In the narrow tent, my heart began to beat wildly. The feelings of joy are always short-lived, He grasped the hand of his old love in the rolling river. And then I finally believed, And the man who climbs up will swallow a thousand needles, He took me through heaven and left me in hell with a thousand arrows in my heart.