Almost 1am
I'm sitting in the rock...

Where is the humanity?
i think the richers killed it...

Cold night
Your memories are not disturbing me...

In a street with only a single house
There is no street light...

Death never invited you
But you invited the death with pleasure...

Like the waves of the sea,
your memories are touching my heart...

Difficult to understand
the human imagination...

You gave me a new smell in my life
like a smell after the rain...

A Beautiful candle is melting,
in the name of prostitute...

The first drop of tear
like the dew on a flower...

6.45 PM, almost 40km
I am out of the city...

You treated my love
Like a doll in the baby's hand...