I am an iceberg, but I would rather melt myself than watch you polish off those nascent edges.
I'm afraid, I'm afraid you'll get hurt, I'm afraid we won't be able to get back to the starting point.
You know, you are that light that shines on me and scatters into these changing colors. I no longer want to be a dull iceberg, and I don't want to just act as a transparent background board in your life. I think, I want to get closer to you, and gently tease the ends of your hair like this. The cicadas are noisy in summer, even the dazzling sunshine is no longer important. At this moment, I just want to have you.