Cover From Jarosław John
I am always thinking about loving you, giving you the best of everything.
But I am holding a knife,
the knife that once was used by someone else to stab me.
If everything goes along, you’d take over the knife and hurt the next someone.
But you kneel down kissing my knife,
saying the last thing you would ever be willing to part with is my weakness and fragility.
My knife runs away in shame.
That’s the love we want.
translated by Jiayi