| To tell the truth, there’s no harmony, no peace, |
| ‘Cause you must hide inside this hollow, broken building |
| As if your heaven wouldn’t mind |
| The doom we forced, but you’re not guilty. |
| You see, my world is broken and it’s harder to forget, |
| But growing on your soil is what should be forever kept. |
| A smile recoups the craving, your scent is warmth. |
| To feel alive — confusion — home. |
| It’s long ago I lost my mind to let your roots in mine, |
| And even if I try to feed the seeds with poison, |
| I lose control instead, and there it tears me down. |
| My blooming grounds are frozen. |
| You see, my world is broken and it’s harder to forget, |
| But growing on your soil is what should be forever kept. |
| A smile recoups the craving, your scent is warmth. |
| To feel alive — confusion — home. |
| The path away from me is just a path of losing time. |
| The further you will travel, the bleaker is the line |
| Of inner peace in gardens of holy trees. |
| Cold ash — an answer, please! |