GlassyHeart. (to where we belong.)

Is the warmth real?
or just my illusion...?
Through the frozen ocean,
A gleam till the dust-laden dome.
So, is it a lie again...
to me, who has nothing left?
....so stay a while, you are so beautiful.

Close the dome, curl up in a corner
ending as the despised one, for the rest time
Ah...
A crying heart will only melt after all.

But I just can’t forget it,
The warmth of being loved...
With just a little spark,
everything blooms in the frost
then it will fade away,
leave only petals were fallen....
Was I wrong? Was deceived?
Or was it just all my illusion?
Let the pass return where it belongs, let flourish all
It might be hurt a little, but an instant, 
all might be fine...
Uncover the dust, inside the imperfect one.
Old cracks piercing the heart...

Indeed.
Now I'm no longer flawless.
but a glassy heart is born to be broken!

Inside the melting ice shell,
is a beating heart