In a thin shirt of feeling,
a young girl...

When kisses fade,
when love drifts into hibernation...

The sun,
still seems to turn around the earth...

We have nothing but time,
yet time is nothing...

Be an embrace in which I may weep,
a solace against the restless grind...

Ignorance—darkness—
is bliss for the underworld creatures...

Close your wounds.
Close your wounds...

The small man,
the hollow man...

My victory is no brighter here
than Cinderella’s in her stepmother’s eyes...

Would you be sated with a single sip
when your thirst is vaster than oceans...

Let me weep in this embrace—
if any embrace...

The loops unroll,
each birthing another...