You, one who has an unhealed wound inside
What great disaster you consoled in me?
I, from my cluttered pains of world,
consoled with you like a sweet sleep
We both are tired due to row against stream
We need a new harbor to be protected from sea
We both are exhausted due to pitch-black night
That's why our longings for snow-white mornings
You, one who has an unhealed wound inside
What great disaster you consoled in me?
I, from my cluttered pains of world,
consoled with you like a sweet sleep
We both are tired due to row against stream
We need a new harbor to be protected from sea
We both are exhausted due to pitch-black night
That's why our longings for snow-white mornings