Love in the form of a flying fly The love of a deer is a deer I am a thirsty pilgrim under the rain The love of the water springs but I am kicked out of this poisoned water but that from the dead of love to the resurrection is every moment I am dying of this water Call Call my name from the depths of the night to the wall To be alive, be my last reason I am the sowing of the good soil of my land The dawn of honesty I wake up Love to pass through the boundary Death to the beginning of the story Lover of Joon Deposit Never Believe ...
