The meadow of night,
and the herd of whiteness...

He wanted to be clear
but clarity turns to blank and one must die...

Don’t worry my love
your outer beauty, your withering bloom...

You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...

The adamantine intent of a warrior
is...

They all are gone
but their souls...

Do not give up on your dreams
Do not give up on your dreams...

Time dusts on the clarity of past
And buries them gradually...

One and zero,
tick and tock...

They do not know
how ignorant they are...

Like for all the time
rain was pouring and I was dry...

I am here
there for here is an extension...