Our love as cold stones on the road remained.

Your body no longer gives me heat, today I just feel cold and it scares me.

Walker I am in the desolation of our love

Neither the warm sun warms me, nor does the blue sky make me sigh

I just know something happened and today it makes me cry

Something happened, that in cold stones our love was corrupted

Today I can only cry and remember what a beautiful thing we live that turned into stones.