Love is not a tool,
Or just a game,
Love is the morality in the palace,
The one who is in love is very enthusiastic .
The love sect is strange,
The king and the slave are one in it,
The two are not the same,
They disappeared in love.
Even if I become ashes,
In the fire of love,
My name is from the body book,
Let it be destroyed at that time.
âMutu kable en temutuâ,
In the fire of your dead love,
He meant this with these words,
When he said this.
Lovely But he dies and passes away,
He borrowed his life,
The beloved remains and continues,
His life is real.