Whiteness would mutate
though never ceases away...

knock-knocking
on my wooden door...

I am lonely
I am so lonely...

I want the world to be fair,
and yet...

Standing on the opposite sides of a train station
we waved goodbye...

I don’t care if you believe in God or not.
But those who anonymously “know” God...

When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...

Eyes, eyes, eyes,
I just see your eyes...

_Why when we are looking for everything,
we would always end up with nothing...

What wounds you inflict upon this heart—
yet you do not know...

Dewdrops
falling...

Time, is as arbitrary as perspective,
the spatial vision...