What little love I have!

Was it just mistaken affection?

What could I tell her?

I loved her, no doubt!

The blood that dripped

Was not my own….

1, 2, 3, 4,

5....

6, 7, 8, 9

The lotus finally blooms

From her blood,

from her love,

from her everything

I was born.

This sorrow....

This loneliness....

I was blessed, as a king

I was cursed, as a devil