Now is what fastens
past and prospects together...

Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere...

Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere...

I am like a beggar.
My arms elongate...

Parallel worlds tilt,
yin and yang in a sandglass...

You are incurable
because...

The sun is tick,
the moon is tack...

It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into the colour...

In the darkness, people are more sincere
Because they are their own vicious being...

Surfaces appear
in the daylight but insides...

I've lost all these years
for I am not going to...

To go furthest from
the subject of your hate would...