I was wild, ill-tempered—
You could see in me the eyes of a serpent.
I turned my love into a temple,
But in madness, you could feel it tremble.
Silently, slowly, it came to an end—
And in the end, the ashes turned red.
I was torn apart into pieces,
But who said there’s no peace within the pieces?
Remember, I told you a million times,
But in return, I got a million lies (ah, sighs!)
Effortlessly, those ashes now turn gray;
There won't be any shining ray for you to stay...