And if I could only pour that spark in your heart,
There would be no fear of being apart. And my heart would pound and wander like a wild storm thunder.
So beautiful your heaviness and so lonely my feeling.
You could see my sadness that I tried to hide, so you could not attempt to destroy it in the coming night.
Like when we were lying side to side. In love.
And if I could only crack the chains that cling to your heart. And your heartbreak becomes my heartbreak
until I break under your pressure’s heaviness. Until there is no power left in me. But defeat and lifelessness.
And you call it stress, really this is not my nest.