How I float on the flow of this music,
how I realize I am a share in this music...

She noticed her face
was a mask amongst many...

The nature of dream
is wakefulness...

Tracing a wrinkle
I ended at far beyond...

The black man Jazzes
Inferno tangoes my soul...

It is not a hundred percent balance
when you do not have any imbalance...

The life's aspiration is to defeat time
in overcoming...

Without a conscience
there is no consciousness of beauty...

Skies are so grey.
It is pouring inside out...

Why must we always
pretend in order to be...

Hiding in behind
the beauty of your own mask...

O my friend,
climb the ladder of eternal friendship...