On the backs of former lovers lying face down
Soft grass grows
Lovers standing on green carpets offer roses to their beloveds
Former lovers rub their pupils
With blurred vision, the ocean of water is saved
Jealousy seeks to be poured out, while
The sting of the thorns planted by the deceiver
Still carving even on the petrified back
Plucking the thorns
No matter how many
She may thrust With her stony tongue
Countless flowers are being sieved
By the treachery of the bumblebees
Butterflies are lifeless
Bees Singing songs of emptying the cavities of the hives
A group of lovers, clasped together by the sacred thread have been sorting goods from the clan's warehouse
Lovers have been picking up scattered fragments
A sensational revelation by lovers is that they even kiss their lover's deceit in private
In the midst of pleading and attacking They don't often fall into this trap
Mistresses who have been neglected in love want to turn their backs to the deceivers, their hearts at their feet
This unique style of theirs can be surprising
In reality, it's simply that
lovers are women too, and they no longer
want to be enemies of another woman!
