The flower in front of you, O my flower, is no longer a spectacle, the
ashamed of the flower from your sight, O dear, this is undeniable, your
lips open to laughter, as if you are laughing, the dawn of
the skys eyes has not seen a star like your eyes, O fog, the
flower in front of you, O my flower, there is no longer a spectacle, the
shame of the flower from your vision, O dear, this is undeniable,
come and see the appearance of the moon in your face,
in the shadow of your hair. I see a
headless dinner, a hundred wishes in my heart, you were not a wrestler and you were not careful,
you were a doctor of the heart, but you did not cure this heart, the
flower in front of you, O flower, is no longer a spectacle, the
shame of the flower in your face, dear, this is undeniable,
come on, I see the appearance of the moon in your face,
in the shadow of your hair, I see a
headless dinner, a hundred wishes in my heart, you were not a wrestling and you were not careful,
the doctor of the heart, but this You have not healed the
flower in front of you, O my flower, it is no longer a spectacle, the flower in front
of you, my soul, this is undeniable, the
flower in front of you, my flower, is no longer a spectacle, this is
undeniable, the
flower in front of you, O my flower, is no longer a spectacle, it becomes a flower in front
of you, O soul, this is not a place of denial.
