How fortunate is the morning dew
to see the rising sun
how merciful is the sun
that sucks her into his rays
One is happy to kill
The other happy to die
All in the name of love.
Think of the destiny of the morning dew if the sun had left her alone?
And how could the sun have quenched his thirst for his heart to burn?
The sun is not there to illuminate himself.
And the morning dew dies for the sake of her beloved.
All in the name of love.
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