I've not been there before, but it smells like...
Washing the curse off your hair, cold water runs...

Deep Inside
I'm the lost path of all wanderers...

I previously
sprinted my touches...

From now on, you aught to pay attention to
a very important scene in our funny drama...

Who said the sun sips
from the east...

Who said the sun sips
from the east...

I let you, all leaves, fall.
I refill the cuts...

Empty are the roads on the map
all the walks have been made in vain...

I'm dissolving into powder,
the more I'm crushed...

Since when was tapping at your
door a guest's habit...

Discern me no more for you
can't carve my dreams...

The one thing I am sure about,
on a day just like this one...