Here, I am,
alone in this thing called life...

A weary traveler,
one lonely summer...

The season of love
has come once again...

Some say,
I was given birth by...

The streets
around her are dying with the madness...

God's
Obviously...

I was a species of anger
until you had come closer to me...

It wasn't easy for him
to become the disciple of a bad religion...

Perhaps a paradox,
but I have seen roses grew on the ice...

You say nothing's the same anymore,
but how could I forget...

By forgetting the billions of stars
across the sky...

The Stars have come down
onto the ground...