You And Me - Bảo Thy

Khi em thay co don trong long em nho ai - Truong Dong Luong

Lam Tam Nhu -Chang La Gio Em La Cat

Hoa Nhài - Hoắc Tôn

Gửi Cho Thời Thanh Xuân Rồi Sẽ Qua Của Chúng Ta

Na Anh - Trời Sáng Không Hiểu Được Đêm Tối

Cold Fire is a sacred weaving of original poetry and AI-generated music, a journey where words become spells and sound becomes spirit. It moves through the Phoenix’s rebirth, the Dragon’s fire, the Warrior’s courage, and the Savior’s light — dissolving all archetypes into a higher flame: Cold Fire, the fire that illuminates without burning. It forges a new Creation, anchored in Love and pure Joy, where there is no place for suffering.

This is a song for seekers of spiritual depth, mystical soundscapes, archetypal storytelling, and transformational art. It carries passion, love, transcendence, and alchemy, unfolding as a visionary initiation into joy, light, and awakening.

COLD FIRE
(original poem)

Let me be fire
that doesn’t scorch —
it transmutes,
yet leaves no ashes.
Distilling the raw
into purest light.

Such fire
does not exist.

I can offer you
the fire of passion,
power,
destruction,
and rebirth.

I can mark you
with the holy sigil
of the Phoenix —
to burn to the marrow,
only to rise
as Dragon.

I can knight you,
Fire Warrior —
passion brimming in your chest,
sword and bow in hand,
blazing,
haloed in Truth,
invincible,
marching beneath
banners of
sacred vision.

Or I could break
the laws of this world
and crown you
with the purest fire
as Savior.

But this old dream
no longer holds me.

So I must
birth myself
a new world —
laws rewritten,
designs reshaped.

The Warrior —
dismissed.
The Phoenix —
forgotten.
The Savior —
unneeded.

This world,
this game,
are mine alone.

I birth myself
as Cold Fire —
Bringer of Light
without ashes,
Mother of Life
without suffering.

I blaze through forests
without hurting a twig.
I spiral through crowds
to ignite joy,
awaken voice,
unseal their core.

I am the Artist,
the Artisan,
the Alchemist.

I am Cold Fire —
drunk with Love,
transmuting the raw,
leaving no trace, 
only Grace.

Where I burn,
seeds sprout.
What I touch,
blossoms.
My firestorms
stir stone hearts
to rise
and ride with Life.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence I sit,
holding this world I dream —
and watching it blossom.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence
I dream.

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visionary poetry | AI-generated music | ethereal soundscape | poetic storytelling | transformative art | mythical symbolism | celestial vibes | inner alchemy

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