The white urn is spotless, and there is a bunch of wisteria in the empty tomb.
My husband and I came to the seaside to pay homage to the soul he killed
His obscure eyes became an eternal nightmare. I fell into a deep sleep and fell into the abyss of pain.
I thought I never loved you
Trying to cover up all desires with a mask
Sin weaves into a web, cruelly binding you and me
In a hellish dream, I struggled to swim towards the end of my life
Intention: self-love, improvement