He was not him,
today the day ended with a boom...

Goose-stepping on a soul song
you set the sky ablaze...

Remember it not.
Oblivion...

Hydrangia was in full bloom
when I left...

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank...

Twilight song of a cuckoo
taps the window softly...

For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills...

A scented moon caves in
on a tree top...

Unlived death, that was me
waking in exile from the bones...

I climb up the stairs to know
How much you need...

Meditation was futile.
He turned his back...

A chilled moon was standing
between the lovers...