Again, these songs are love, the red light of the wind is love, love is involved in the sunset of pain, again our dawn is love, oh of the house of wounds and crying, the homesickness of hatred is love, oh of loveless weather is love of the captains sail, be of the most borderless sea, oh of the people everywhere is love, I am afraid of the lyrics of the losers, I am afraid of the poems without air. It is love, O beautiful instruments, songs are love for the days without mourning...
