the frostiness of the day and the coldness of your
one nature is undoubtedly
my star as a flaming beacon
burns alone without escaping from captivity
the frostiness of the day and the coldness of your
one nature is undoubtedly
my star as a flaming beacon
burns alone without escaping from captivity
those black holes that hide in the night
attracting the right and the wrong
and the lips that were so hot
drink cold and love someone else's poison
mismatch means not fate
but two souls will not meet a body in a body
on two paths the path diverges
apart it is cold not to sleep all night in bed
no battle no victory nothing
the blood of the dead water flows in the veins
and presses the subconscious the sky
and the walls converge in an instant