Blooming on the deep cliffs,
The lonely flower, the thorn of which is viperine
Would dying after smelling you once be crime
If only I were storm and broke your thorn
Then, touched your flower with all my heart
Why do you keep gazing at my eyes tenaciously
Get yourself to my paradise now
No remedy as you are a different climate
I got stuck on you wretchedly
I withered up with your longing
You are completely a different climate
Harsh cold is haughtily in love
Why am I burning at that case