Appearances Are in Harmony but Detached from Each Other

First year second year third year … This is the seventh year since the fall of the city I am willing to give you everything I love most, so that you can be surrounded by my breath. Ah, you are all mine In your dreams, my heart and soul are coveting you all the time. I'm jealous I'm like a madman Why? Why why? Why, why, why? I am small I have low self-esteem I'm dirty But so what? I will knock you off the altar and break your wings. Oh, my dear baby, you can only be mine. For this I can do whatever it takes … Intent: The silent cry of a madman