Always, when I spent time with you, I felt this well-being feeling in me.
But my heart was already hurt so often.
If you don't permit feelings, you can't be hurt.
You say, it would be naive, to think this.
But always, if I remember, how beautiful it could be,
the fear comes up.
The fear, to hurt loved people again.
Too often I already did this.
So that this can't happen again, I permit hardly still my feelings.
Meanwhile my heart is frozen nearly.
Because a frozen heart is perhaps better, then a burning heart, that hurts...