I was looking for heroes,
being ignored of the fact...

On and on forever
the perfection lost...

He mumbled:
_for a man who writes just for his shadow...

Time is spiral film
a reel...

It was not a glass menagerie of thorns
it was a a flower house...

Was it the disease that killed me
or...

Sometime is utterly hard to see,
this is not the world, as we see...

To be here,
To listen...

I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you...

The most beautiful time of your life,
can't be captured...

There are flowers that they bloom in darkness
but the reason they bloom in darkness...

Before he finishes his figure eight
he saw a side road so bright...