How Far Is The Light Of The

If The Foot Of The Trees Were Not Tied To Earth, They Would Be Pursuing Me; For I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water.

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.

The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

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?