My heart is an ocean, which no soul has ever touched.
A virginal river of ignorance and sorrow.
My eye had seen a lot, but have never been a gate,
Never has some passed and allowed itself to settle down
And be comfort.

Oh my sweet, my angel, I could talk fair for days.
Talk about bloomings and falls, suns and moons,
Birds and jackals. My heart knows how to give,
But does not know how to receive.

And if I shall open the gate, let myself be vulnerable,
Will you be my shield? Will you keep me from harm?
Will you let me share this burden of life with you,
And ensure me your warmth and protection?

Is that so? Come then, sweet savior, join me,
And we shall walk together into the darkness of my heart.