Rub the shards in my chest to powder,
They are beating instead of the heart.
Lock the door with a heavy bolt,
For my soul you're the only owner.
Please, don't put that key on the drawer
Throw it into the open sea.
And it's liquid and salty grief
In a moment, will dispel my sorrow.
Yes, my heart was cruelly broken.
Now it causes a pain to my soul.
Throw my heart in the bitter cold,
Grinding all these shards into powder.
Powder
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