Empty are the roads on the map
all the walks have been made in vain...

I let you, all leaves, fall.
I refill the cuts...

The clouds
made no art to the sky today...

I told you the weather was nice
and the sky was colored in liberty...

Will I ever find you
beyond the wrath...

Long are the days
of hapless persons...

The space you left kills.
The sound of wind...

I feel like a sad yellow,
that's dressing the moon...

A paper boat that trembles
above deep waters...

Shards of shards
that split like dust in the corner...

Another tedious night has arrived
as I survived a new day...

I am voiceless
in your pioneering mind...