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

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

Time is life
spent in the amnesia...

If you crucify him again,
what will be your excuse...

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...

Every meaning is there
amid meaninglessness...

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...

They scare us with death
Until we are frightened of living...

Before we launch star-wars
against one another...