Poor little insect
finding his way back home in the maze of...

The mediocre truth:
There is no truth but...

To survive the night
the little bloom is to pick...

Humanity is
the experiences of...

If I ask you what the colour of your eyes is
you would say blue...

I love the night's heart
when you must dig hard inside...

He did not find her
anywhere for he was so...

Why ever should a just man suffocate
in the ocean of such unjust...

Throat of an Hourglass
Such inverse efficacy...

It was a song that reminded me
that I was equal to a stem of chrysanthemum...

He remembered hearing a song coming from the...
He recalled he had always heard the song, though...

Write them on the sand
Don't carve your words on the rocks...