In the depths of murderous silences, the haunting dawn gradually grinds its teeth: the Brain dreams of love when everything is forgivable! Old-fashioned pink-syrupy worlds thus rest in sentient hearts; singers' immortal poet-soul circulates in boats! Sparkling sparks still keep the eloquent listening deep in the hearts! From the milk mist of growing nights, when can the only Dear one come to give us, who cherishes the eternal child in us? You are asking your destiny while rebuking yourself: what could have ruined you so far that you have sunk your Will into yourself?!
 
The cheapened era of endless promises will be heard through the glass of your windows! The shadow of the depths often swings from the otherworldly surfaces of the walls! It always embodies, but the Dream itself grinds! He often got lost among your shouting thoughts; gap-idiot Celebrity chirps chirp even more jerky party faces chirping! The looted intellect is sobbing when it has to be; comet lights to pieces! Your inner, dying light also falls asleep like a suffocated flame!
 
The expected happiness cannot be achieved! The stuttering of days is still cold! Your beating, heart attack heart has long been rusting! Let them dust off, let them shake off if you do the beauty in the way of knights! The narrative petals of bouquets of flowers fall into tears! Jingling at you staring at the infected Present! Even your sparkling hopes are already sinking! The never-before-promised Promise superstitious lips have been overwhelmed by the giving of the Word! Crusher Times are a breath of dust or just, but you still exist