It's cold,
Even when spring comes and flower bloom,
And summer comes that making memories melt down.

The four seasons never suitted me in the first place,
I'm a cold child,
My harsh personality is like winter that cuts through skin,
The cold wind, it's needless to say,
To me having a cold heart is everything,                                 

My heart is like the winter ocean,
You'd know when you approach me on a ship,
That i'm not an island but an iceberg,
Even when the sun names You rises,
The snow covered mountain will not melt.

It's cold here,
Even though I hide my hands in my pocket,
It's too cold,
Even I put my hands together and blow on them,
 Because my heart is frozen solid,
 Because my heart has a hole,
Even though I try to cover it, the wind keeps escaping.

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