| 0 | endless flight through the melting haze, the curtain is ephemeral and envelops the delicate body |
| 0 | falling clouds covered the parking lot on which I stood. it was so quiet and lonely, but at the same time so good. |
| 0 | a never-existent poem in an never-existent era |
| 0 | sometimes it's dark |
| 0 | then an incomprehensible state of half-asleep half-manifestation. I went to the balcony and looked around. it smelled abandoned |
| 0 | tragic tears |
| 0 | a bright warmth swept over my whole body and there was such boundless joy that it was as if I had not even lived and was everywhere and everything |