Twas upon searching, that yet we remember:
Because 1942 will be etched in our minds forever...

Pretty flowers still bloom, although they may have...
Openly they live in splendor, and bleakness they...

There seems to be a demon raging deep inside of...
A beast that must ravage love in his animosity...

My heart was stripped, completely bare,
There was no hope of recovery, it could not be...

I have been afraid to feel,
I have been cold and callous by my own will...

Who are you? What do you want?
You need to go away...

Laugh with me,
Because I need it so much...

Here I am again,
It's the anniversary of that date...

Sunshine on my head,
But I cannot rise up...

An empty playground,
It is something akin to desperation...

Tranquility means to me,
absolute frenzy...

When she's alone in the moonlight,
She's a cat on the prowl...