I offered my fool heart to everyone,
A little girl accepted it, she said a hundred times she loved me,
She has lost her interest in it and threw it away into the mud, even she stepped on it,
But the fool heart was beating for her even in that time.
An old lady came on the street, her hair was as white as snow,
She brought up the bleeding heart, don't suffer, silly one,
She took balm on the wound where a cog was penetrated,
It was my mother's soul that had fallen to the Earth from the heaven.
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