The taste that is poured
It is no longer thought to exist
It hurts like being pricked by a thorn
This makes my heart disappointed
My heart feels sore
I pour my heart out
In beautiful poetry
Tears fell freely
My heart feels sore
I wrote this poem
So that you understand
How sincere my love is
The veil of love in the heart
Radiant in love
Shine in the heart
As sincerely as a dove of love glorifies</center>
