I saw a feather
waltzing fairly with the wind...
We live together though
we die separately...
We sculpt our idols on our own
from the stone we carve and chisel...
The yoyo was fetching
with the pupil of my eyes...
This is a wonder whirling in my skull
like an echo, a susurration, I can hear and...
The bouquet of flowers
I offered you...
Time is life
spent in the amnesia...
Bigger than ever,
yet smaller than a moment...
To be all,
reducing to null...
In the darkness, people are more sincere
Because they are their own vicious being...
You break the taboos of words, one by one.
You crack the shell of your body, your shape...
The wind howled in a cold winter
outside my room...