In the Folds of Words

: Tell me your name.
: Think whatever you like.
: Then shall I call you Chura?
: That's hardly a name!
: Oh come now, what's in a name anyway?
: Except for those who trade on names, it's all pretense.
: Leave the heavy talk, girl, speak simply.
: What more is there to say than this—that you love me?
: Yes, but you don't seem to know how to love!
: Ha ha, you people from the land of romance, do you really believe in all this love business?
: Nothing in this world is more precious than love.
: Your body-worshipping love sits defeated before us!