You've wandered off at
obscure hours...

Towards the sun, there seems to be
a water full of memories...

I used to think of the night as an escape to the...
We concocted our own thriller...

Their howls
pierce the evening...

Trust;
the unfolding of wings...

The stigma of your eyes
unnerves me as I fumble...

I suppose your phantom will eventually seize me,
whether it may be at the trains of midnight...

Touring the city
at a quarter to eleven...

Right now, I would rather be furious,
be the percussion that storms ally with...

Summer serenades
me with her softness...

I carry this sadness with me,
I carry it in my heart...

The seasons bring a multitude of colours
that seem to grow more beautiful with age...