In the middle of a forest,
a bucket full of water...

If you saw me
fall on dirty floors...

Love, you see,
it's not exactly any quote...

in the jungle of life,
one must juggle with the struggles...

I was a white-yellowish left shoe,
with black and thin laces tied-up...

She said,
Darling, I'm not fields of grass...

my sleep is awake in me,
I tried to put it to sleep...

for a moment, I would like to see
the sun...

honey,
the moon is back at my backyard...

Anchor me to you like in a boat going fishing
Let me drown in jealousy within the profundities...

Grant me another place to fall
other than these stacks of needles...

In the meadows, winds call your name;
listen to them clearly as trees rustle their...