The Life Of This World Is Nothing

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.

The Drum Of The Realization Of The Promise Is Beating, We Are Sweeping The Road To The Sky. Your Joy Is Here Today, What Remains For Tomorrow?

To Praise The Sun Is To Praise Your Own Eyes.

I Come To You Without Me, Come To Me Without You.

What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without Tasting The Water Of Its Own Essence.