Lust cries, running with his eyes
A white-clad figure, fleeting
Mud burns in his eyes
But desire burns his mind
Lust cries, running with his eyes
A white-clad figure, fleeting
Mud burns in his eyes
But desire burns his mind
Lust cries, running with his eyes
A white-clad figure, fleeting
Mud burns in his eyes
But desire burns his mind
Lust cries, running with his eyes
A white-clad figure, fleeting
Mud burns in his eyes
But desire burns his mind