i've passed through pains like winding a ball
a lock on my heart, an iron door
i'm desolate in the middle of nowhere
maybe what is called love must be unreachable
i was made for impossible loves
neither do i know how to meet nor how to forget
i'm lost in the obscure places of desolation
i've had the most passionate of loves
being without you must stick in my soul like an arrow
volcanoes must gush, hurricanes must break out
your love must stream in my blood like poison
what you call love must sure be like this