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.