Wet Firewood

My heart that was very prudence toward you is restricted by you.
It made our separation, but I have no intension.

Like taking the sickness of heart, I love you without any reason.
I can not erase you, and I'm getting closer to you.
The only fault is that I gave my all heart to you.

I can not approach to you like a sinner, and we become stranger now.
My soul has no choice but to wait, like the wet firewood which doesn't want to be faded.