Like a drowning man holding on to his only...
our remaining time is our last hope...

The wind howled in a cold winter
outside my room...

You don't need to wear makeups.
Your beauty is always there...

Oscillation means equilibrium
between stillness movement...

The fires that bake the bread
in the oven of uneven rages and broken hearts...

O look we are kissing butterflies!
O look our kisses are, a butterfly...

Sorrow,
soaked and swollen...

You are a star shining brilliantly
far away in sky...

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

How scraped these streets are tonight.
These streets are exhausted from the exertion and...

You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...

When the crucifiers
crusade...