"The coal of the heart"

For a moment I remembered the beautiful past history and burned myself

It can only be enjoyed by yourself

Trapped in a false dimension and a wound that doesn't bleed

Little by little it eats away at the soul to the point where it ends

The shaping of the soul's character destroys hopes for the future

Already fragile with a stick of wood in hand as a means of walking like a traveler

What other effective way to heal the criminal record of the heart

That heartbeat scares me from time to time