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...

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

Crescent is your laughter
the slit of illumination...

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

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

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

In the metamorphosis of formation
shapes ache to attend to their final cause...

To be here,
To listen...

Eyes, eyes, eyes,
I just see your eyes...

I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...