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...

Life is dubious
though death is certain...

If you talk about magic and unknown
directly...

When we kiss
we are the free agents...

I am like a beggar.
My arms elongate...

Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...

Everything is hollow without you
being with me...

Resolving past in future
that is why...