Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you...

Your love
tore my poetry...

There rose a sun,
but I'm doomed...

I forgot you
but my broken lines...

Thinking of you..
I breathe on illusion...

From dust to rebirth
like pollen particles...

Here?
I told you. Gloomy are the days of the...

You often flare in darkness,
and I see you in the dim side...

Your face burns, in stillness,
outside my winter lane...

You've been eating away
at my conscience for a decade...

You secretly binge on my flesh
and say my blood is too bitter...

I took fire from the amber
you hid under the pillow...