IF YOU ASK ME, THE MARKS ON YOUR FACE
MUST BE THE COST OF BEING INDIFFERENT
YOUR WET EYES, YOUR TRMBLING HANDS
IT MUST BE THE BLOOD MONEY OF BEING SINFUL
DARLING, THIS LOVE IS FOR SOME (PEOPLE) NARROW(LIMITED) AND FOR SOME (PEOPLE) BELOVED
WE CONSUMED IT FROM THE VERY BEGINNING
WHAT CONCERN IS IT OF ANYONE, THIS LOVE IS pomegranate/fire* TO ME
AND I TOLD YOU THIS FROM THE VERY BEGINNING
EVEN IF YOU TAKE OATH, EVEN IF YOU SAY "GOD KNOWS"
I SEE YOUR INSIDE, I DON'T TRUST YOU
THIS IS RAIN, IT RAINS AND STOPS, IF THERE IS SOMEONE OFFENDED, SHE/HE GOES
MY REASON IS THE SAME, I DON'T TRUST YOU