There is an instant
at summer's start...

We are the wise
do not envy us...

There is the house where she used to live
And there, where the rambler roses run...

As the light of your memory fades
my days grow dark...

We've known each other
for about 5 years...

Me? Do you really want to know?
A dark past, Anguish...

It was almost August,
Time for a new school year...

How did you find me here?
So lost and insecure...

You've always loved to cuddle,
Against my chest, my neck...

Sitting across the room,
I watch them...

She used to be the girl
Hidden behind her acne...

My grandma told me
that she saw a UFO, in the sky...