Isn't there a lover named


Isn't there a lover named DaHan and Emily in this world?

Let them come out to dinner and take pictures of their happiness,

let DaHan see them and count them for herself. Let them sip their wine,

let the tears be the grapes of the wine. Let there be words, bites of food.

Let them dance until the morning, Let DaHan watch secretly. Isn't there?

There is no other Emily for DaHan. Of course,

if you wear honey bee flowers instead of a crown, DaHan has no other queen.

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