I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt,

Luminous, Unfearful; High-priestesses, Our Fervour Shall Banish All Evil.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

Writing. Love Is Writing.

Ah Love Is Bitter And Sweet, But Which Is More Sweet The Bitterness Or The Sweetness, None Has Spoken It.

No One Knows, The Heart Of A Child, How It Grows Until It Is Too Late.