Desolate,
like an empty beach,
Loneliness nesting ...
that the sea to bring

And gentle night
comfort and pain,
as If lighting all the candles
Sun wreath becomes Death arrow

And in the context of joyful world
sweet like the moon,
white body
sad dress ...

And like a beautiful dead
like sleeping,
the shroud is light,
I was burned but remembered ...

Here Alone

حس میکنم من آدمِ ارتباط برقرار کردن نیستم دیگه.
کم‌کم باید راه‌های ارتباطیمو قطع، نابود و شیفت‌دلیت کنم‌.

We can hope
There's someone,
Huh?

Oh

I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.