Yesterday’s winter has become tomorrow’s summer; in front of its bright suns I’m standing now, holding a fading piece of my cold heart in my hand. I wanted to give it to you, hoping you’ll keep it safe and strong. But you left it to die among colorful spring flowers on a big field. I succeeded to rescue it and to bring it to life, though it’s frozen and so lonely now. I’m searching for two bleeding eyes to find it and to love it as if they were you. And walking on the soft and hot sand of my deserted soul, I leave it in the shadows of his arms and wish I wouldn’t see your face instead of his.