地狱诗人

Sweet and bitter,

a remedy,

an eternity,

flows through pale veins.

A gentle step leaves no prints in the snow.

Protection,

affection,

entanglation.

A place where the sands don’t flow,

where gravity’s a game and not rule.

Believe me,

deceive me,

engulf me in flames.

This must be a dream,

for reality can’t be so sweet.