I lie on land, and you can see a burn.
And now I won’t disturb, you really won.
I think, you quite deserve this little prize.
It’s pain of soul, it’s shown by my eyes.
I haven’t been a complication, have I?
Though love burn strong to fire I continue fly.
That’s why I never blame you in this crime.
It’s very funny – I believe this lie.
Today you see a wound in my eyes,
And my bonfire is becoming ice.
I lie on land, I’m almost dead.
And I have nothing I can add.