Honey, are you coming?

My bad reputation precedes me,

they say I play games,
that I'm not sincere,
that I'm cold and escape commitment,

oh well, I can't say otherwise.

But I always warned you to turn around,

because it's always frozen here,

It's July every day.

Just like my frozen hands on your neck,

choking you with my words,

drowning you in your hopes.

The more you try to reach for heaven,

the more I'll drag you to hell,

the more you try to take my hands,

the more I'll push you away,

and if you dare to even think of a future,

oh well, prepare yourself to be deceived.

You can't defeat what I am,

nor try to change me,

what I am, I have decided,

and I have decided to not forget what I am.