Оригинален текст
Why does your shape attract my eye?
Is it the chemistry of our young bodies prodding us in such hot pursuit of a lie?
We chase a quickly fading phantom.
Treasure baby!
If that is so, then one day it shall go.
Disappearing as a layer of week-old melting snow.
This human heart is never clear.
It's half filled up with wonder, and the other half with fear.