I couldn\'t feel a thing, before I met you.
Neither a needle in my finger,
or a breeze in my face.
Then I met you, and I realized,
I realize I don\'t want to live
If it\'s without your warm blow on me.
There is no pain like this,
I\'ve never felt so hurt,
But still, I never felt so happy.
Both, pain and plessure,
reside in me, and burn my heart,
since I met you.
I will never let you go,
I\'ll prefer to die,
Even because of you.
Letting you go will kill me,
Letting you stay will be the same,
But, what if I can have you beyond earth?
We will never know.
At least, you will keep burning me,
You will be the little heat in my soul.
Just kill me now,
Before I let those feelings go,
Before my soul gets cold,
And everything gets darker.