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.