On what day shall I weep?
I broke my collar bone...

I do not deserve
to be in anyone's life...

To those who don't know,
I let Dandelions die...

I have forgotten about you lately,
forgotten how you smell on that afternoon...

This is a lonely hallway,
but I have walked on this...

Have you grown fond of times like this?
When the twilight is soulful...

I always thought that fire is the only thing that...
and that roses are blessed for their thorns...

I am seeing this man lately
and it isn't even the 16th century...

May -- dressed in bluebells,
its soft green dress...

I hear your footsteps
on that song...

4 AM and still awake,
having glances with midnight trains...

Your footsteps have built a metropolis,
yet we remain...