When love has passed away and I sink into lust, when you marry a bride, I pray for you with my life blood in a distant land. I love you so much that I lose myself, and eventually I lose you.
He is the iceberg, tennis is his pursuit;
She is an ice house, and making money is her goal;
He is serious, he is calm, he is unsmiling;
She is indifferent, she is indulgent, she is lonely;
So can his tenderness melt her loneliness?
Will her mask shatter for him?