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

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

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

Living for the end
while doing everything...

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

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

Search for endlessness
in the end of these endless...

Cut me down
cut me out...

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

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

How scraped these streets are tonight.
These streets are exhausted from the exertion and...

Two is a good number
Because you are not lonely at least...