At a young time, he learned to keep
Crazy moods as cold as stone.
No tears, no cracks—just balance.
To protect his soft heart,
He must behave the right way.

Madness stirs, but he holds it firm,
A dance between calm and chaos.
Sometimes, the sun needs to rest,
To give space, or else burn too bright.

Planets drift, seeking their safe place,
And he, too, needs trust or distance—
To protect himself, he steps back,
Until he can come close again.