O blooms
my eyes could hardly hold on to you now...

O dear there is music in my ears
I swear...

The odio...
revised a little...

You run upon the lavas of all your fears,
though...

We might be just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of ladybug wings...

The most splendid song of despair
that I have ever sung...

It makes no sense:
Who does play the music...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side...

liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

Life is always having somewhere to go,
and when we have nowhere to go...

Crescent is your laughter
the slit of illumination...

Do not save regrets.
Don’t rescue blames...