This song moves through fire and tenderness, stillness and longing, carrying the ache of a self that knows it is fragile and yet entrusted to another. It speaks in images rather than arguments—of burning houses and compassionate clouds, wounded spring and quiet islands of ice—gesturing toward the deeper truth that what we call the “self” is both exposed and held. Read not as a narrative but as a mirror, these lines invite a pause, a softening, and a recognition that even longing, even impermanence, can become doorways to care, sincerity, and inward clarity.