• The Heart of Man is like a temple
    So divine and so pure
    For no mere man can ever handle
    The pain of the heart which could not be endured

    If someone can afford
    To betray his lord
    Not one's heart
    For it is like to lose your every gold

    Who would dare to break one's heart
    To feel the pain
    Like heart's board of the dart
    Do not hurt in vain

    If The Heart of Man will lose its blood
    It's like to drown oneself in flood
    For it is unbearable
    Your heart when hurt, the pain is double