In my arduous heart - dwells my fear.
Weighing egal rights, before the spring.
These ices from winter colds,
Heat up by the sun that never gets old.
I’m the sun on the day of summer
You’re the ice in the winter.
You said, “I don’t need a piece of your shine”.
You’re getting colder and for you it’s fine.
How can I let you be?
-If you stop at the count of three.
I think I should go now…
‘Cause I can’t take this anyhow.

- Aubergine Cher Bautista