1. The heart is unjust in passion
And forgetfulness is the sin of sins

2. Yet she, without crime,
Has flaws she cannot see

3. The heart is a throbbing organ
Harmed by her, never repenting

4. Hearts are so weak
And the soul always defiant

5. If I were a butcher selling meat
I'd never sell hearts

6. Life's torments are enough
As ghosts keep clawing at it