In this age, there is no love. What is love, what Where is the comrade, where is the friend, where is the flower companion in the world, you cannot be found. The flower is gone, the thorn has come, what can spring be in the bosom, I have gone to forget. The silence of this broken heart has broken me, now oh wow, in this time, love doesnt stay. What is love, what Where is the comrade, where is the friend, where is the flower companion in the world, you cannot be found. The flower is gone, the thorn has come, what can spring be in the bosom, I have gone to forget. The silence of this broken heart has broken me, now oh wow, in this time, love doesnt stay. What is love, what Where is the comrade, where is the friend, where is the flower companion in the world, you cannot be found. The flower is gone, the thorn has come, what can spring be in the bosom, I have gone to forget. The silence of this broken heart has broken me crying out now Woe Woe Woe Woe Now Woe Wo