Here, the night is calm, Marry.
The masses of stars and clouds are...

To bring me food
and books, he goes...

There will be no time
for packing luggage, weeping...

It's raining here,
it's raining acid and shrapnels...

In February,
there is tenderness in the air...

Heading for the Southern Coast
to spend a day with family...

We're in a life where clammy walls ate half of our
dreams, where the scent of lead corroded the rest...

The gifts shops are closed
for now, the red blossoms are black...

Hurry up.
They're here...

Let us be strangers tonight;
two hungry pigeons gathering...

Tonight is almost beautiful.
Stars feel like mockingbirds...

Father,
Today I was emigrated to another...