Too dense to carry.
My clasp is still strong enough.
I will always cling with fire,
but it will never suffice the craving, the ardor I feel with you.
And though they say that love is vulnerable,
my love blazes brighter than the stars.
I cannot cry,
and I cannot sleep.
If I could cry,
and if I could sleep...
My tears would be glass, and my dreams would be of you.
