How about
putting a butterfly...

I never heard her voice, still it sounds to me
like...

It was born
when I drowned completely in your...

Once the jasmines grow in my heart,
my dying soul won't rip apart...

Save me,
oh watchful master...

I still remember
how the bird of madness...

After a bite of confectious marriage,
love left a bitter flavor on the edge of your...

The streets
around her are dying with the madness...

Treat me like the trash,
crush me up into a powder...