A holy temple

                          I said it was the night
                           I said it was the wine
                          I said it was the divine
                     I led you to enter my holy temple
               I was trying to believe that it didn't matter
                       But your ghost makes me quiver
                              The holy temple
                         Only allows the pure soul

                    Laid a flower in front of the door,
                 Kissed the lucky bell before you entered,
                            Scented, with myrrh,
                          Prayed to every Goddess,
                    Oh, you don't even know the secret,
                        I want to love you secretly
                             In my special way.

                    I put my tiny hands into your pocket
                           Trying to find the key
                  "want to know what's inside the bottle?
                        I was trying to preserve you
                         in that rice wine bottle"
                              It was the faith
                       Oh, my body is the holy temple
                   And I treat you as the only pure soul.

                              A thunderstorm,
              a thurderstorm was enough to destroy all senses
                      The night you entered my temple
                            All fences collapsed
                            You divided my body
                            Divided my lifeline
                          Divided my day and night
                           Inside the holy temple
                            We met and joined in
                                  Weeping

                           We worshiped together,
                    We lit up a candle, we lit up desire
                      We lit up each other's life fire
                      My muse, pretend to be my muse,
                          Just because of distance
                       Thirsty for the distant river
                       I revealed my sacred tributes
                           The moment we touched
                      I thought that was the lightning
                         My body is the holy temple
                   But, your storm destroyed my antenna.

                            Waiting for the rain
                           Like an outcast spirit
                       who wait at the gate of heaven
                         The rain watered the grass
                         The grass grew back again
                           Feels like sand paper
                         Feels like thorns on roses
                        Feels like stings to my skin

                        You left your ghost with me
                            As your cynical gift
                    it haunted the temple since you left
                     Distracting weeds grow back again
                                 My temple
                         Now is bleak and desolate.

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