It took me
more than a year to speak...

Tonight,
on my way back to Paris...

In arms of darkness, I found peace.
God is nothing, but a showpiece...

It is difficult for a soul
to seek shelter in rain of despair...

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

Now our fate is demanding
more than being friends...

It's midnight
in my universe...

There is something about you
that I begin to slip away...

She just wanted
to sit upon a birch of your heart...

By forgetting the billions of stars
across the sky...

Mourned
After...

It wasn't easy for him
to become the disciple of a bad religion...