The heart is like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples. When a gust of wind blows, it will still be filled with splashes.
The cold heart has never been at peace. As long as he is around, the heart is like the wilderness on a midsummer night, warm and silent.
I should have left quietly on a high building without anyone knowing. At the moment when I crossed the line between life and death, thank you for taking me back to your warm home.
We should sit at the same table and enjoy this delicacy. I've been waiting for you, the cold you.
Intention: Trust between lovers