"Now I invite you
all to the fire!" Said hero...

I hold your hand
to feel you...

They were united
before the world split to two...

Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...

Horizon is the
conundrum of terminus...

We are two glasses rolling,
and gushing each other with sand...

What a hugless night!
Such infectious cruelty...

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

They're dry and dead
these fake flowers...

Between my heart
and heart of the oceans...

They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...

For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...