As tough as night wind flows,
Vaporized all of my love for a happiness,
Even though i stand only for my faith,
But surely i can't let this passion in our love path.
Please believe me, my darling,
My love is not dreaming,
Whenever roses tried to arouse its lover compassion,
And while i am trying to wear a perfection,
That's where the moon will be happy for us again.
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