Turn to words that pierce like an arrow
Carved by the hands of angry warrior
Protecting his home land
At what point does his sweet gaze
Become a disinterested scowl,
You'd never recognize him
You'd think he never loved you anyhow
When does my voice become
Like fingernails scratching your flesh?
When I could've sang you to sleep
Until your very last breath
Our eternal summer, with water and cool nights
Became a freezing winter, where you're colder than the ice
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