Maybe you see it in your subconscious
the wound that more or less we all share...

We are dreaming without me and you,
gasping oxygen from the bubbles...

We shall always bleed
out of these wounds, for living...

It is not your word
that I hear, it is you that...

Through the lenses of my tears
I could see the world further clear...

I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of the loneliness...

Worshiper and idol become one in the end.
At last...

I do not look at my watch to see time
I look at the hands...

Whenever birds sing
I remember you...

O green goddess ,
who're dancing and ogling on the stage of wind...

All the anodyne
in the world can't palliate the...

The trick is to learn
how to be seemingly bad...