I still remember
how the bird of madness...

Souls
Yearn...

Sometimes,
I wonder what happened to those vivid images...

There is a door
through the forest of my sleep...

Mourned
After...

Stop withering
in the Garden of social anxiety...

Didn't we fall together
from the cliff of that insane dream...

Save me,
oh watchful master...

Tonight,
on my way back to Paris...

Treat me like the trash,
crush me up into a powder...

You said to me,
"grief isn't for you...

Our love could have been anything...
A song playing on the beaches of Miami...