You Will Hear Thunder And Remember Me,

I Have Long Had This Premonition Of A Bright Day And A Deserted House

Rising From The Past, My Shadow Is Running In Silence To Meet Me.

As The Future Ripens In The Past, So The Past Rots In The Future -- A Terrible Festival Of Dead Leaves.

Now No One Will Listen To Songs. The Prophesied Days Have Begun. Latest Poem Of Mine, The World Has Lost Its Wonder, Don't Break My Heart, Don't Ring Out.

My Shadow Serves As The Friend I Crave