I still carry his body across the barbwire of this...
carry this cross...

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...

Now is nothing
And everything...

life is a second stretched to eternity.
There is only a second...

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

Red in heart
though blue in hue and view...

They couldn't bear the burden
of going endlessly up and down...

You know this stranger,
don't you...

You don't need to wear makeups.
Your beauty is always there...

Forever forlorn
on a jiffy thorn...