Dragging my cases
through the revolving doors...

Britain.
The land of hope and glory...

Your brown eyes sparkle like chestnuts,
smile, and your teeth are twinkling stars...

A hand above the water.
An angel reaching for the sky...

My Sun, my existence,
shines down from heavens above...

The silence creeps like mist,
desperation follows its cursed path...

Let our souls soar
to the heavens...

Fame.
Fortune...

Oh, bittersweet romance.
Curse me for lifetimes...

It's Mother's Day today,
so I just wanted to say...

Yeast is good,
yeast is great...

I was found at the cemetery gate,
cloaked in black and red silk...