Once on
finding my way back to the home of happiness...

There is a door
through the forest of my sleep...

Sometimes,
I wonder what happened to those vivid images...

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

Tonight,
on my way back to Paris...

Souls
Yearn...

Stop withering
in the Garden of social anxiety...

Didn't we fall together
from the cliff of that insane dream...

Save me,
oh watchful master...

You said to me,
"grief isn't for you...

Our love could have been anything...
A song playing on the beaches of Miami...

Mourned
After...