I've lost all these years
for I am not going to...

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

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

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

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

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

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...

Beauty and youth
have no choice...

Living for the end
while doing everything...

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