Ask the world, what is love?
The Forest flowers have lost their spring red, all too soon; helpless against the cold morning rain and the evening wind.
Rouge tears, lingering in intoxication, when will we meet again?
Manjusaka flowers bloom on the other shore, the River of Forgetfulness is also forgetful. At the Bridge of Helplessness, there is only helplessness; on the Stone of Three Lives...three lives are written.