I Feel Most Miserable When

A Woman Could Be Having Fun A Woman Could Be Like A Nun In Order To Survive We Cannot Be Kind Until We Are Hurt

What If Everyone Goes On The Endless Road Sooner Or Later Over The Clouds To The Sky Be Sure To Wait For Me. And Then, We Will Talk Away About Our Countless Memories.

When I Lost My Way, And When The Road Was Too Long, I Was Muttering To Myself. Life Is Just That Way.

I Don't Have Dreams. How Can I Say It? I Myself Am A Dream.

In The Beginning, I Was Searching For Myself In My Music. My Music Was For Me. I Didn't Have The Mental Room To Be Conscious Of The Listener; I Wrote To Save Myself.