Sun, I Come To See You For

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From Tyrants.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.