Dawn to dawn
in the shrine of loneliness...

The fire is ergo
everlasting the moment...

We sculpt our idols on our own
from the stone we carve and chisel...

For all time,
the rain was pouring—yet I stayed dry...

I am not looking for happiness.
Happiness is looking for me...

So deep in my ears
there is a song...

The supermarket,
though filled with goods...

Your lips—
my shelter...

Love is a line between two points.
Love is the force to erase that line...

Chasing herself as
fast as running from herself...

A taint of red rose
illuminates...

You cannot help yourself
being beautiful...