Living alone has never been easy but,
Only now has it really affected my self...
the tragedy, the love, the tragedy!
This will be found in the following story...
When I think of you
I see stars, a river, and a boat...
A samurai's sword
slays the inner foes before...
the cries of the lark do me in,
carrying with it – the eastern winds...
How many more
nights...
In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...
Every stroke of the pen
paper is filled with affection...
Take me away from this place
Abduct me from myself...
Used to be vibrant
Used to be fun...
One minute it's love
And suddenly it's like a battlefield...
I'm ready to live-
just cut my strings and tell me...