In the swirl of eternity,
right at the throat of an hourglass...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

Living is not to learn
but it is to return...

In the smoky alleyways where shadows spoke louder...
"Master," the apprentice said, fire in his voice...

A samurai defends himself
when outnumbered...

Before he could finish
his figure eight...

O my friend,
climb the ladder of eternal friendship...

They would go after
your dreams first before after...

Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...

Diminishing in transcendence,
perpetuating in deficiencies...

The bitter taste of pain
glossing us...