Even after the sunrise,
Which night does not see the sunrise?
It’s the love that doesn’t go dark always.
Even after this world becomes dark,
Which is the sky that doesn’t become dark?
It’s your eyes where rays strike into.
Many miss worlds together may wash your feet,
My tender flower!
What is the hesitation still?
Don’t you understand me?
At least, tell me I shall live or die?
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