Why is my life in chaos?
Why does the tide turn once again...

We lived in our little world
the tiny universe to ourselves...

Crimson
is the color of wine...

Do you regret...

I met an old man on the way home
he sat on the old wooden bench...

When death comes knocking on your door
what do you say to him...

Ask her how she feels
and she'll tell you what she may...

I have
a dream...

Just us
it was only you and I...

Like crystal fragments in the mind
shimmering glitterdust...

He was faceless
the man of many names...

Life was much simpler back then
The problems we had were only those we saw...