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When a young man was resting he heard a spirit calling：
Follow me you will find what you want to see
The fanciful story's about to be told
It happened in the cane field in the wind
A beautiful maiden was sleeping in the field
Enthralled by a spell the young man kissed her lips
She opened her tear-stained eyes and said：
It's a test of love's bitter or sweet
She was the one that had been cursed by an evil tyrant
All the men who fell in love with her would despond
Her body burst into flames with the sweet kiss
The bone ashes were flying as they condemned the king's sins
The story that I told may be false or true
If you believe it you will feel sad or rejoice
But love will always be sweet as everyone sees
All the secrets in the cane field in the wind
This is the story about the color that happens in the Bloody Woods love but hate
As time goes by people gradually forget it
But I don't know why
I still remember still remember the flower pool in my dreams
