Cast a sundial on scarlet bricks

As the day gradually pass away

The street is full of lost people

In a city that is no longer lost

影子送给舞曲

月光送给月光石

我们走在光影下

柔软的风吹过一切的树叶

Celestial cyanide

Martini on ice

Once there was rain

Fall back to the alley

St Angelus shoulder blade

Chances are you remember me too?

We were young and a little bold

Across the mountains across the seas

A little bit of you in me

I went to hell yesterday evening

To see a glimpse of you in me

Glaslow, St Gregory and snowstorm

In the royal museum of common things

There is a belonging never-achieved

Tripped by the inexperience of experience

Straight into your gaze there is a mirror

Is it the darkest of yearnings

In time is a longing

The relapse of variations

There is a sorrow in possession

This you understood so well

In the midst of

Sweet silhouette

Every one of us

Is dying together

The ashes are lovely and to dust we shall return

The stories lost and steadily gains weight

Let us drink smokes and eat debris

Let us no longer emerge to dream

By us, we are not free

Two willing culprits

Lounging on mere remarks

Remaking personal histories

Oh, to see for the first time

Drowned and living waters

Shall we find each other

Shall we dream of dreaming

何为月食 何为月明

我消失在  你曾建筑的云海

看不透的岸

一抹夕照的叶片

给情人带一束花

舞台上的一盏灯

留给回不来的人

We were reflections

Upon a pond of ice

A pixel of wants

Nothingness remains

云雀与云海的差异值

无声矩阵

解析未知的云

当雨城落下

I was standing on the edge of the font of the frames

in the states in a stature shared in a dream

Dreamed by someone else

Dreamt by some body else