Let me learn from you how to die
because...

When we are pointing
at the moon, everyone owns...

It is so corroding to ask an alchemist
to give up alcohol...

Living for the end
while doing everything...

Birth is the first chip on our windshield,
after...

They remain distant
that is the reason they could...

Time is pulsating
all things to end, yet itself...

When we are in love
we are two fluttering wings...

"Now." is the current
not floating with the river...

_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

The urge of telling
the biggest tales even when...