Dusk covers our skins

It's a skin disease

We used to have everything

Now we are just used

So used to the past

是源泉还是一个圆圈

你的眼睛被我换走了

现在成为了两个黑色的漩涡

在黑夜中盲行你总会回来

The road gets a little cold

But I could love your symphony

Even when the time stopped

Tread your broken heart with another burn in me

一朵玫瑰生长在我的废土

她是别人的玫瑰

每个人都是他自己的荒原

只不过他自己不想发现

Your house is on fire and your spirit too

In this forever winter we seek forever winter still

The ocean is inwelling I'm made of salt

I'm floating in this floating world

Your silence your music

I will be off drinking

Holy water eating

Heavenly bodies

You fluttered in the flame

Cette arabesque d'indiscrétion

L'empreinte du papillon

Une petite chanson sur une petite folie

Alors que le lys se fanait dans ta main

In the end he needs a little bit

And left on his collarbone a little bite mark

For all your fantasy and freedom

Reality is not just a neon umbrella

You said call me Dante

After the Devil May Cry

I said here is your glass

of cherry wine

For someone as sharp as yours

Let the rain fall

我会在燃烧中等着你的冷香

视线所及之处即是光源

你所爱的人唱着慢板

可恨的可爱的可爱恨的人

It’s not free to be free, to be free is all we ever asked. The sequel to The End of the Ends is here, Your Mirrors recollects the fragments of ideal-types in the ideal-place, plus the loveless love and sinless sins. Speaking of love, resistance, sorrows and longings, it’s now available on Amazon for you and the endless sea.

And I need you in my storyline

Wanted you in my toy box

Another okay place you occupied

I will clench the world for you

And paint the world in obliques for you

曲解歌曲

恶魔的高雅修养

剪花烛时无意

剪了一片月光

Am I dressed enough

To kill

My old skin

My old sin

We kept

I also had a lover in Berlin

We went to the sea and part of us didn't came back

And passion is not willing to be saved

Appassionata is a bit better

Not even your best memory

你从火中醒来

错过了火车站

小雨和小雪都要不高兴了

何处是自己

何处惹尘埃

Hide your negative films

There is no melody

Even your window panel screamed Alfred Mucha

The duress of the press-release

Our first paperback poetry anthology The End of the Ends is out.

For those who are in and into the abyss, for those who resist, for the only moth I know, and those who are in a love-hate relationship with some varnish in the vanished world…

Now available on Amazon, order your copy today and enjoy the songs.

All it take was

From membranes to memories

Something scattered, something else

It was the other bridge

The house being a dollhouse

All your dolls are lovely

You were in the living room playing piano

My cards were still warm in my hands