Your puzzled expression at the award ceremony showed the agony you had undergone due to your mental exile from reality, while composing your poetry on occultism.
I stood there with my wings outstretched, ready to soar into the sky of dreams with you, but I failed to notice that my feet were firmly stuck in the muck of attachment.
Why don't we go a little bit further on our walk together? to slightly extend the period of time during which we can savor our lovely memories of life together.
I spent my whole life worrying about the impending calamity, completely oblivious to the fact that worry is the worst calamity that can befall a human soul.