Between an ice cube and thawed time,

Nothing has ever felt so cold...

So weird.

Between heartache and tender emotions,

These people walk as if broken spirits have never felt so good.

Broken but delicate.

Wounded love...

These people you see so tilted...

So strange...

They do not have to be like each other,

But different has never been this beautiful.

She flounders like a bizarre woman who has not slept in years,

Crossing paths with time that has never felt this cold...

Like an ice cube softening in the sun.

He loves to think that his differences can be seen through the end...

When she realizes that she is not so strange to the man who sees her as beauty.