...but I was never a dreamer
until you puffed into me...

You seem to enclose a peaceful cave,
and I a wolf ashamed of solitude...

A glimmer of justice
in a shredded world...

As I surrender to the chains
weighing down my eyelids...

I hope those pieces you stole from me
can fill the gaps of your soul...

Blue fell slowly on the last canvas
like a desperate dark night...

Since when was tapping at your
door a guest's habit...

What makes me feel so sad,
I do not know...

We lived in a jungle
when I was a child...

The torch I hold
for us to see the lost route outside...

You are my everlasting winter;
the sudden storms...

I like to think
that he walks me still...