Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

Tell me that there is a reason for me being alive,
that there is a final meaning...

It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...

I dream of you
in jazz...

I can not live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...

A wee rabbit trapped
in the barb wires of your fangs...

All her life searching
for real beauty seeing...

Those who've tried so hard
to sweep him away by brooms...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...

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...