She Did Not Speak For Speech Was

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines...though This Be The Last Pain That She Makes Me Suffer And These The Last Verses That I Write For Her.

Will Our Life Not Be A Tunnel Between Two Vague Clarities? Or Will It Not Be A Clarity Between Two Dark Triangles?

Oh To Follow The Road That Leads Away From Everything, Without Anguish, Death, Winter Waiting Along It With Their Eyes Open Through The Dew.

Hour Of Nostalgia, Hour Of Happiness, Hour Of Solitude.

All Paths Lead To The Same Goal: To Convey To Others What We Are.