Words Are A Pretext. It Is The

Why Are You Knocking At Every Door ? Go, Knock At The Door Of Your Own Heart.

You Must Ask For What You Really Want.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?