Darkness May Hide The Trees

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.

Knowest Thou Not The Beauty Of Thine Own Face? Quit This Temper That Leads Thee To War With Thyself.

Who Could Be So Lucky? Who Comes To A Lake For Water And Sees The Reflection Of Moon.

A Strange Passion Is Moving In My Head My Heart Has Become A Bird Which Searches In The Sky. Every Part Of Me Goes In Different Directions. Is It Really So That The One I Love Is Everywhere?