Ice
I don’t need a draw affection
Let the foliage turn yellow around
I have the light of perfection
To see the breath of the ground.
I’m just like people from dreams.
I’m entangled by my bounds
Like the off-screen characters
In reality of thousand tomes.
Spring breaks into the pieces.
In the depth inside I feel the cold ice.
Spell of passion diseases
Will bloom again under the snow slice.
I don’t know what to sing about.
I don’t know what to write about
Every day has turned into a cage.
Every day became a deadly age.
On the first spring day
By the sunny side of the street
I have to go in a flame
Directly to winter’s greet.
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