"The first E"
There is a sip just a sip...

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

I sell my heart to you
I know that...

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

Snows are gone.
blossoms...

To balance is a
feather in the heart of the...

He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...

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

I surrendered all my memories,
the fallen leaves of my life...

From white
to white...

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

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