Life is in tears when you lose a friend,
like an empty path along the pine trees...

My soul is so tempered and tamed
in that temple of a little bloom...

Beneath a flower
is a vase, is a flower garden...

They border us to make us fight.
When we are separated...

They do not know
how ignorant they are...

One and zero,
tick and tock...

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

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

They all are gone
but their souls...

The adamantine intent of a warrior
is...

A kiss hit me like a clout
and I instantly forgot my own whereabout...

Is it a wander that I don't feel anything but...
I wonder...