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
