No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

I still think you can get a sense of continuity doing it this way.

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.