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

The odio...
revised a little...

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

Snows are gone.
blossoms...

Complete me you do
because I am nothing and...

When music is fine
what difference does it make...

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

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

To be here,
To listen...

Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...

The reason we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

Separation is
the only way we prevail...