do not lie to me, I can fully
 [bad word] the heart and soul of pain
and the soul of the pain and the eyes and the chains of fate
we have the world's annoying
and the world is sleeping and terrible judgment and all going to the Jan
cuts the fetters of fate rage
and our ropes as the whole land
and flour alone knows blemish
eye pain, and doves
you are beautiful like an angel in the night, you laugh and everything goes according to Jan
you laugh as falls over the head carp,
he throws in a dream similar to the boom
at the edge of a distant [bad word] 
live life  and all going to the Jan
giving for love is a joy
my heart I wanted to laugh
with it, but alas, I never am close
you stand on the beach and all going to the Jan
and you stand on the beach and someone close
you looked at it from the shackles of their eyes
while your eyelids like small drops
This he did [bad word] out on a date