Even if you let go of my hand
Your love is enough for me
I am thirsty for your kiss
But I can't say I'm consoled
Maybe it's a lie, or a game
I would say it, but the fear is putting pressure on me
It's too bad that it slowly
descended into my heart
Isn't it hate, this
false lovemaking?
It's as if you're not the other half of my bed
I'm cold, even when I embrace you
My revolt is from my destruction; even death has nothing to say
Are you the one who turned away and left?
Oh woman
My pride has ...