You have lost me
your true-born so...

You do not see the Absolute.
To see...

Our countenances—
nothing but impressions...

To my little niece
I miss you from the bottom of my heart...

We are old news, expired
before we even began...

Before reaching the end,
life placed you before me...

You were a star,
shining brilliantly...

A samurai defends himself
when outnumbered...

Deserts are the earth’s thirst—
for you...

The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion...

The Lambs!
Serrated crowns of pain...

Your voice
makes me cave deep, deep into my heart...