Cold, I don't know if it's the heart, the body, or the soul
Longing for warmth, even if it is short-lived and illusory, yet afraid of it
The fire of love is so hot that it will burn everything that has been frozen in him and turn it into ashes.
He was afraid, so he stopped moving forward, but was pushed mercilessly from behind.
It turns out that the heart and soul are no longer under my control