Between the tangles of all the floggings
skies...

Amongst the stretch and squeeze of the accordion
she and I...

Butterflies hover
over gardens while gardens...

From the futile war
remains tons of mutilated hearts...

Me—
the meadow of the night...

How heavy and how
impatient is the river...

A true samurai master
teaches war...

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...