What is love?
Oh, for me, it's a reflection.
Yes, a reflection of oneself.
It's a mirror that shows you the truth,
The meaning of real life.
It's a struggle filled with the puzzles of a loving heart.

Here, emotions burn, leaving ashes  behind.
An undying feeling, letting a soul wither.
The mind, an empty void is haunted by thousands of thoughts,
Ruining it with each passing second.
The feeling flows through each vein,
Like the sweetest nectar.

But once the same mirror breaks,
It becomes hard to breathe amid  millions of shattered pieces.
The heart forms scars that the soul fails to heal.
Here, the yearning comes to an end—
By a beautiful thing called love, which is a pure bliss, yet a complete misery.

Is it hard to love you?
Never. I'd burn my hand in the fire just to feel the warmth of your love.
I'd let myself drown in the ocean of sorrow and still not feel suffocated.
I'd hold onto the knife even if it makes me bleed.

I'm ready to stab my heart and still hold it out for you.
I'd love to ruin myself in every possible way just to be the one who loves you.
I'd stop admiring the moon I love the most just to get lost in your beautiful eyes.
I'd pierce my heart with thorns, even if they tear my soul apart.

Oh, love, it's never a burden to love you.
Because you're not just the world—you are the universe.
And for you, I would be a star, burning, breaking,
just to light your way with the fire of an undying love.

The earth is so beautiful, isn’t it?
So beautiful that even the moon revolves around it.
Their love, as pure as the love of a bee for a flower.

Like the rainbow that only appears
Just to see the rain that calls it.
It's like a butterfly with colorful wings.
Just like the thorns that protect the roses,
The sun keeps the earth safe.

But what about the moon?
The moon is the great admirer of the earth.
It always stays alone even though it has its earth.
The moon, which is ten times more beautiful than the sun,
Loves the earth whose beauty cannot be described in words.

Even the love of rain for earth is the purest kind.
Because it always purifies the earth and nourishes it.
It calms down the earth which has suffered a lot.

Many love earth in different ways,
But nobody can love the earth as the moon does.
Because the moon dies before the earth,
Sacrificing itself for its eternal love.

How does it feel when the moon is all alone in the night sky?
Even though it has its stars,
Thinking that it has no one,
It goes through its phases all alone.

Doesn't it feel lonely?
But I'm the star who's about to fall, and I still fill the space of the Moon's loneliness.

But when I fall, even my moon forgets my existence.
I'll have no one but me.
I was the one who was the Moon's companion, wasn't I? I guess I was.

I'm nothing but a falling star, and I'm nothing compared to the moon, who's admired every day by many.

They also make a wish when I fall, but I wish I had a chance to fulfill my own wish: to be with my moon.

A woman, she’s a sun, who shines bright in the morning sky.
She also burns herself in this world to take care of her child.
She becomes the light in our life.

She is the one who gives a life of bliss to us.
Her womb is a place where our souls are purified.
She sacrifices her every need, to fill our life with all the happiness in this world.

A woman is the one who is pure like a holy fire.
She is as calm as a full moon in the night sky.
Her heart is like a garden full of beautiful flowers.

Her love for us is like the ocean, so deep.
She completes the life of everyone.
She crushes her soul , just to look after the world.

And like the sky which is large and wide,
Her kindness is something that cannot be measured.
She is as strong as a rock, hard to break.

She is the fire, yes, the fire
Which gives the warmth of love
But also burns and turns the hatred into ashes.
A woman is everyone’s strength.

She is the one who makes our life beautiful.
She herself is life.
And without her, this life of ours is nothing but an echoing void.

Oh, to be loved by the writer,
Here, you become the poem you never wanted to.
You'll be her words, where she bleeds her heart to write a single line
And pours all her love into the pages.

She keeps you alive in her poems,
Where you live a life of bliss.
But if you hurt her,
The same words of hers become the knife that stabs directly into your heart.

She becomes the one to make you feel loved and hated every time she writes.
The love she has are words that burn with emotions.
And if you love her the way she does,
She becomes the kind who dies when she loves.

There is so much of noise in this world.
The sound of everything around me feels so exasperating.
I dwell here, hearing to the  noises of people.
I feel to go away and live in the world which is more tranquil than this clamorous world I live.

The people here also live with the bitterness,
Forgetting the beautiful emotion called love.
They burn with the rage of attaining the world.
But they forget about the things that make them happy.
In search of happiness, they forget the life they are living.

Oh I live here in the awful world of desire,
Where I crave for nothing but the love.
But my soul in this world disappears somewhere,
where it fails to attain the peace I yearn for.