Tears weren't involved, but Lorna Wu's version of the Ballad of the Witches' had we wishing for an external reaction beyond heartache.

"If I can't reach you, let my song teach you All you need to keep our love alive If I can't hold you, remember what I told you It's the only way we survive, we survive

What's lost is found, what's fierce is bound, we're broken and we're burned But take a breath and dance with death, my love cannot be turned"

It's art like this that make me question if I'm more empathetic & compassionate than I'm aware of.