I have picked fruits of the finest love
for a man who I may never meet...

I feel this night will not end
because when she moves...

Walking barefoot has never felt this good,
to throw restrictions further...

My hands wrap around your sorrow
like the morning sun warms cold earth...

Nobody ever shared with me.
Time swallowed up my opportunity...

I am no longer hunting down a reason to continue...
As our lives progress, we cannot forget that we...

Last night, I couldn't see any trace of the stars...
I surrender...

Through lifeless windows
a bird gives the gift...

I can't keep up anymore,
my body is deteriorating...

I am the sun,
not universally loved or craved...

Enthralling.
One synonym...

Sandstorms don't always define confusion;
they can just mean matters are not settled yet...