Don't get close, you are so cold, I might get burnt by it.
I will tell you this is just the way I was brought up,
We never talk about things that ain't to be talked about,
We are so fragile, jailed in our own coldness,
In our own icy castles of sheer solitude,
Our touch is sorrowful to ourselves,
We wish to die forever unbothered, unmoved,
We lean to cry over our doomed dreams,
No gaze can wake us up, no lust can draw us in.


Do not approach, don't me make take a step back,
I am not letting anyone close to watch them from afar,
I am tied to my own desire to stay away,
I gave my word not to walk down the path of the people.
I let myself be carried on by this sadness,
I figured my sins are not to be commited.