I do not love you except because I love you；

I go from loving to not loving you，

From waiting to not waiting for you

My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love；

I hate you deeply， and hating you

Bend to you， and the measure of my changing love for you

Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume

My heart with its cruel

Ray， stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who

Dies， the only one， and I will die of love because I love you，

Because I love you， Love， in fire and blood.