It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

All in silver and grey,
in the dying bed...

Always seeking light
while sorely learning only...

They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

What we engrave with
the chisel of our verdicts...

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

It was THE song that reminded me
that I was equal to a stem of wheat...

Living is the search
in which we lose everything...

Everything would end
everything my dear, that is why...

Tears have the constituents of their own:
Salted from bottom of the seas...

If I have been in your town
for some times...