O fire, My fire

O fire, My fire;

From you I only get burns,

Then why do I often get trapped, 

In the circle of your yearns.

O fire, Thy fire;

Why does it keep you warm,

As chilling as frost, the winter maybe,

It makes sure that there is no harm.

O fire, My fire;

Why do I light your radiance,

70 millimeters from my lips,

When I didn't have any chance.

O fire, Thy fire;

Why does it look good,

Sitting in the fireplace,

Under your lovely roof of livelihood.

O fire, My fire;

Why you tear down,

My only dilapidated hut,

Someone's white gown.

O fire, Thy fire;

Why does it melt glass,

To be decorated at the top,

Of your lovely compass.

O fire, My fire;

Why my bones are burning,

My life might have ended,

But my soul is still trembling.

O fire, Thy fire;

You light up the matches,

Condolences are empty,

Like the urn of my ashes.