There used to be someone who left a scar on my heart
S/he was standing there on the drop on my window as if s/he was an enemy
Can't you love? Can't you tie the love to the garden of my heart?
Look my wing is broken, be my rain and pour on my face
I'm worn out, the smoke inside me that splits many scars open won't clear away
Let's burn if this is what you want
Come now, there's no one who touches my heart