That red and scarlet sin had been turned white like the snow
Your gate had lament for darkness
Under the million stars which one is faint?
Shadows by light; Refuge by rain
The fence you used to guard that wild vine had been stamp down
The heat upon herb had the petals to wilt and the fruits to fall
The whirlwind swayed the river and woods
Shake hands anyone who knows whom to fear is worth as nobles.