Thus the stains of longing were washed away in love He spoke from the

Thus the stains of longing were washed away in love He spoke from the bottom of his heart and cried We left home in search of happiness Grief was standing in the way It has withered, yet this heart is still a flower Now weigh your happiness in the thorns When the lips were sewn, the time said this Why is it so quiet, Aji, say something Two.