It was an Idol;
Motionless as the same
Of what I thought.
Under the shade of the tree
Where the gloomy light
Of moon cover nowhere.
Move ahead or turn fro;
Asking to my spirit,
Silence was I feels.
A fruitless was my thought;
Not an Idol; she was Damsel waiting eagerly,
At the dark place on the roadside.
Ah' I learned now;
In love; love will win any batle
Where fear is nothing in Love
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