This moment that past
is the best of what could be...

Maybe only music could slow this heart rate.
Maybe for me is already too late...

Do you remember us
as moths trapped...

O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...

<<to the mother of Holly Jones >>
I saw your neck...

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

She put on a mask
realizing her old self...

She noticed her face
was a mask amongst many...

We shall be forgotten
but our love will remain...

The tragedy of a man in the abyss of: “to be...
Where the bridge of “to be” connecting two...

There's nowhere to go
for everywhere is here and...

Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...