Plain of vineyards,
Plain of love;
People are always often forced to seek for help from the very ones they despise;
But, you are the son of another woman in this land!
With an urgent message at hand to respect my muse.
Plain of vineyards,
To the entrance of love;
But the sun grew very hot and the snow melted away!
Exposing the thick darkness of love in the land of the living;
As you came along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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