Only The Soul Knows What Love Is.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

Listen To The Unstruck Sounds, And What Sifts Through That Music.

Who Could Be So Lucky? Who Comes To A Lake For Water And Sees The Reflection Of Moon.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

If The Spiritual Universe And The Way To It Were Shown, No One Would Remain In This World For A Single Moment.