_Why when we are looking for everything,
we would always end up with nothing...
Darling, listen
To my strings humming...
Like a sponge that soaks
our share of moist...
Centripetal and centrifugal,
two core of an oval mirror...
Nothing exists as absolute,
in hardcore reality...
Amongst the stretch and squeeze of the accordion
she and I...
To break or not to break,
this is the question...
Is the blue lonely
while it is present everywhere...
I could not believe they condemned me
I even can not believe...
Butterflies hover
over gardens while gardens...
This loneliness is
so boundless because we're all...
To receive your own
beauty is to perceive the...