I maybe have a little fear
that I'll smother you with my love.
The fire goes quickly out of control.
It wants to reach the sky.
Is leaning itself to the sea.
It kinda wants to die.
But not in how you cease to exist,
but to persist in afterlife.
Not everyone can bare the heat.
I sadly learned myself.
Will you stay the whole night with me?
Don't want to be alone with the stars.
I only intend to warm your hands,
to blush your face, light up your eyes.
Is it enough to keep me alive?
Is it too much?
Won't you take me to your house?
Get sleepy by my side.
Wrap me in the clothes of home,
and I'll ward off the night.
