Years are multiplying.
We celebrate our birthdays...

Our death is intended
Unless we prove otherwise...

I am
like a buried faithful seed...

Looking for a poetical moments I searched...
but I have found nothing...

Do you remember?
Do you remember our last days...

I see in my dream the messiah's coming!
I see the messiah's coming...

I shall remain a mystery,
like everything else...

To the 'Like-Minded' Mobs
What you are...

Butterflies, butterflies
here and there...

How life and death are
clinging on to each other...

The bitter taste of pain
glossing us...

She always dances
amid her skirt...