Oh, little goldfish,
leaning upon your throne of glass...

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...

You must find music
from within to be able...

In the free markets
heart is the most bankrupting...

If you talk about magic and unknown
directly...

I am only your opposite
not your enemy...

Don’t be smitten by your religion more than God,
your party more than liberty...