It's Cold.

Even when spring comes and flowers bloom,

And summer comes, making memories melt down…

The four seasons never suited me in the first place. I’m a cold child.

My harsh personality is like winter that cuts through the 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.

I’ve lost my focus. My eyes are frosted.

Because my cold memories were being stepped on, I only kept screaming without an Adam’s apple.

I was an icy road with nothing but painful scars. 

My heart collapsed like an avalanche. When I pulled myself together, it was a lightless night again. 

Even when the sun, named you, rises, the snow-covered mountain will not melt.

It’s cold here. Even though I hide my hands in my pockets

It’s too cold. Even though I put my hands together and blow on them

Because my heart is frozen solid, my lips keep becoming chapped.

I’m the only one who’s cold. Even when I wrap my body with blankets

It’s too cold. Even when I throw myself into someone else’s arms

Because my heart has a hole, even though I try to cover it, the wind keeps escaping.

Though spring visits flatteringly, I stand on the edge of fall.

My memories have stopped at winter. I’ve locked up my warmness. Inside the chapped flesh of my dry heart.

My memories are trapped in a frozen river. They hold on to me, and don’t let go of my hands.

Ever since I learned about our cold separation, spring, when flowers bloom, have never come again.

To me, cherry blossoms bloom like snowflakes. It’s cold here.

To me, the sunshine only hits me like a blizzard. I’m the only one who’s cold.

Whatever I touch, they all become frozen. I’m afraid that I might hold your hands.

Because, if you become close to me, your heart might catch a flu, too.

It’s cold here. Even though I hide my hands in my pockets

It’s too cold. Even though I put my hands together and blow on them

Because my heart is frozen solid, my lips keep becoming chapped.

I’m the only one who’s cold. Even when I wrap my body with blankets

It’s too cold. Even when I throw myself into someone else’s arms

Because my heart has a hole, even though I try to cover it, the wind keeps escaping.

I’m cold as ice. I’m cold as ice. I’m cold as ice. So cold.

Even when spring comes and flowers bloom,

And summer comes, making memories melt down… Here, it’s…

It’s cold here. It’s too cold.

Because my heart is frozen solid, my lips keep becoming chapped.

I’m the only one who’s cold. It’s too cold.

Because my heart has a hole, even though I try to cover it, the wind keeps escaping.