1.
The needle is a demon
It injects the ink into a girl's skin and springs her up
The love making between stamens and pistils
Through the carver's fingertips
Turned into the blur red lilies on her back
2.
The pain in her skin becomes a burning flare
Dragging her into the wandering world of dreams
People may call it romantic
But once this skin is stained
This blurred carving will stay forever until it's burnt off
3.
Even if tears are shed, out on her breasts
Somehow bringing out the colour of shame
Even a girl would want to be tattooed
The tip of the cotton needle carves down a blur picture
Nothing about love can be seen