I Opened My Arms To Love And

O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.

When Love Itself Comes To Kiss You, Don't Hold Back!

Bring Anger And Pride Under Your Feet, Turn Them Into A Ladder And Climb Higher.