Could you imagine
I am you and you are me...

All audiences are shadows—
save the one...

Why do those with the smallest souls
take up the most space...

This world, these words,
these concrete foundations of temporality...

The garden is as broad as a leaf.
Life is as darling...

I do not wish to live
but my mom's illness...

We fear the death's pain
otherwise we never could...

All the world's praising
can't put an ointment on the...

I left the cage open that the bird might come back
but the bird has never come back...

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

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

I traced a tint of mischievousness in her photo
in compare with her self-portrait...