The ray of passion encloses the sky,
Absorbing good, overflowing love,
Because when good people die,
They will float up to the heaven above.
The heat of the coldness on Earth,
Melts the hearts of the bad,
The power of pure love,
Is the essence of our blood.
The light of vengeance liberation,
Rapidly releases the hatred in us,
Making us prosper in communication,
And leaving no love for the last.
Eversince our birth,
We had been bestowed with this Earth,
And between us, bridges of love,
Leading us faithfully to the heaven of love.
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