When the bed becomes the white knight
Pillow raised against the world...

I wake to strange dreams,
a distant voice...

Nothing is ever enough.
Fast or slow the nerves keep digging...

Days gray with plump clouds
Silence guards the atmosphere...

Deadly Faith
Innocent painted wings...

Among my travels, there was a place
Of beauteous shapes, bountiful greens...

Do you know my name?
I am nameless, please name me...

How, like seasons, my life has flown
Only minutes, sounds of life was born...

The Path has been found
to the fountain of beauty...

*For kids
The Special Storybook...

I've written letters to myself
Simply to find the word identity...

It is said that the memories of a soldier
Vaporizes when the scent of home-baked cookies...