Voices burn on mountains,
will they ever quiet down...

Torn and apart
inside midnight pleasures...

Why covered, her rose
never gold, (or love:shadows...

Your tears will grace my lips
as hunger shadows cold...

And there's
a flower in your heart...

And do your
fingertips...

A girl I once held
(oh, always) sweetly...

Brambled
tree top...

Greet my heart
with laughter...

And so the rain
falls and...

Stamped across these wandering eyes
It gives a breeze to lose you, freeze your cries...

He is full of
fear...