As I walk in an empty room
I see a light, which reminds me of your beauty.
Not clearly, I can only feel its warmth on my skin
while it takes away all of my fears.
Yet, this room is empty, it has no windows.
So, from where this light comes?
Is it a dream, a nightmare in disguise?
No, it's my innermost passion for life.
This room, this emptiness, such a similarity!
This warmth! What a foreign feeling!
A frightening and terrifying one!
I want to become ashes in these flames!
But when I'm just about to set ablaze, you disappear!
And ,thus, my safety is regained.
With this coldness in my heart
And this sadness of my spirit
I will, finally, enjoy the rest of my time.
I see a light, which reminds me of your beauty.
Not clearly, I can only feel its warmth on my skin
while it takes away all of my fears.
Yet, this room is empty, it has no windows.
So, from where this light comes?
Is it a dream, a nightmare in disguise?
No, it's my innermost passion for life.
This room, this emptiness, such a similarity!
This warmth! What a foreign feeling!
A frightening and terrifying one!
I want to become ashes in these flames!
But when I'm just about to set ablaze, you disappear!
And ,thus, my safety is regained.
With this coldness in my heart
And this sadness of my spirit
I will, finally, enjoy the rest of my time.
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