The universal heart  dies in such games

When the sun feels violent  in its heat~
We learn the world’s not ours nor is it kind
As   skaters on  thin ice   find love’s deceit

So the heart  must struggle with its beat
As panic bites  like   cobras in the mind
If the sun feels violent  in its heat

Our knowledge and our will power  incomplete
We cannot know the future, we are blind
 As skaters on  the ice   may be  deceived

Can we trust the darkness  and the ghosts?
Some  have found their souls in such hard times
Why is  the sun   so violent  in its heat?

If  we fight and squabble, what will break
The universal heart  dies in such games
So  thin the  ice  , sadistic  are the stakes

Time is measured out by hearts and rhymes
But nothing’s clear when fantasy  designs
When the sun feels violent  in its heat~
So   skaters on  thin ice   learn love’s deceit.