If you can’t fall in love with the coldness of the northern
barren land,
Don’t ever dream of finding me – I am a frostbite.
I won’t be gentle like the warm summer land.
I am an angry blizzard, nothing can stop me,
I am millions of snowflakes – beautiful yet dangerously
frigid.
If you go out in the middle of this storm,
You won’t stop shivering, it’s an iced place,
Your breath is stopping, your heartbeat’s getting
slow.
…
There are sunny days and rainy days but they aren’t
mine.
If you are used to the warmness of the spring or summer
This squall of mine is not your safe space.
Let’s not forget the thunderstorms of my soft
mouth,
They are as scary as those outside when the sky is
dark
And the only light you see is the lightning
striking on the same place.
…
If you can’t fall in love with the coldness of the
northern barren land,
Never show your face before me, you are not worthy
Of the complexity of such harsh ground.
Run, my gentle boy, run…
There isn’t any warmth left from the summer sun,
It is a frozen place long forgotten, extremely crude.
I am not a coast for lost weaklings,
Longing for a new beginnings and to find a new hope.
I am not the last stop for the cowards,
Aiming to be the new heroes written in those boring glorious songs.
I am the Monster who slays them and then leave them
to freeze alone!
