All my desires, my longing
to reach inside you...

The whole of eternity
is but a short while...

Sanity, like space,
and everything else, is a sphere...

The wind howled in a cold winter
outside my room...

You break the taboos of words, one by one.
You crack the shell of your body, your shape...

In the darkness, people are more sincere
Because they are their own vicious being...

to Misty Flowers
Your birthday is when beauty is born...

If you can no longer love,
you are undoubtedly dead...

Accepting you own
means recognition of the...

How green the mortal
for the undying garden...

Your purity is my temple—
a spring, a crystal pool...

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