They were wrong to love you so deeply without giving you a name. 

Without holding back tragedy, they let you withstand the pain. 

I can't concoct a rhyme that explains every line.

But I'll witness the world on fire to breathe any ounce of fame. 

It isn't a choice to trust the Saint without knowing all their smiling sins. 

Be careful not to care the skulls away. 

Don't corrupt the stamps of time to gain favor from its reign. 

There is no temple with high enough walls to understand our last glanced pain. 

I avoid you like the plague, wishing disease among a friend. 

Loving you when you come back home, hiding behind the scene, because it's been so long, and I've tried hard to forget every frame. 

@laikynmeng