What song do you sing?
Could it be sweeter, sweeter than nectar,
could it be sweeter than his voice?
I don’t see you, sun,
You are just a beam that brightens up his face.
What are you to me or him?
You, who resides in water,
Do not be afraid,
Curse your bashfulness.
I am but a friend.
If it be a lover’s hate
For eternity I would await.
« return.