Ahead of the land wrapped with fog
The slight immortality I once saw
A smell of the rain disappearing whitely
The touch I feel shows me
The memories of some time ago

The dream the flowers bloom toward the sky
It's put in the intentions of the finger
Loneliness comes to life at the burst of a star
With the unheard noise
Grasses sprout widely in the quiet morning temperature
Beginning of storm blown by the wind, everything sways
These cheeks of joy pass the clouds by
Infinity shines on two of us nestling close
Winter eyes bare the sleeping mind
Red mark on the wrist I wet with my hoarse voice
Wet my heels and run for tomorrow
The intense beating of my heart
Machine of consciousness discloses the secret
The clock ticks the roads today

Infinite distance. Derangement of dreams
Lending and borrowing of lives. Mask's eyes

Lies of a bouquet. Melting ice
Actual pain. Consciousness sleeps
Change of the seasons. The pure world
The moon grieves in the daytime
Winds sliced by autumn
Fallen fragments
Faces dyed in red
Greatest pleasure is over
Silhouettes of men disappeared
See the pointless true motive
I lent on top of the layered sweat
I fly this day with the crooked wings