Here's the fire! All my letters,
Papers, memories and names,
All the words in tangled patterns
Will be buried in the flames.
All the time that seemed so precious,
All that used to be so dear -
Everything is burnt to ashes,
And the ash will disappear.
Burning! Though it's getting higher,
It will end up with a spark.
If I didn't start a fire,
I would still be in the dark.