Like a hole in the toilet
and everything we've left there.
Flowing fast of our heads and minds. Blurring in every sight, then shattered at every shock.

(We've dived into the memory of the remains, we then grab it in vain).

Like a hole in the toilet
and everything we've left there,
and everything we're trying to get after.
Everything,
just a soul which used to be frozen and now dead stiff.

Like a hole in the toilet
and everything we've left there.
Hope will reproduce again,
and fail always win more,
we both have tried,
we both feel relieved.

When our love
that we want to
doesn't have
another season,
I wish
I would not
leave this heart
with crying anymore.

Now I know
You’re flying high
Take my scars
Our feelings blow into the wind
Sometimes
I wish one day I could take your hand
Walk in the strange path that nobody sees it
I want to say
That you are always mine
As you’ve loved me
As you've loved me

Every poet takes his own lonely path to compose poetry.

We may see a love like this
When I see your smile through my eyes
But you see me cry from other ways

Love, I want to have you
That's what the world teaches through words
Of course, you need to say it

Love, I want to  have you
That's what human mothers and fathers have done
And babies are born from them

Love, I want to have you
And the universe that we walk on leads us to always love each other

Love, I hate you
I hate when the time I brought suddenly disappears
When I see the hands of my watch stop moving
Then I grabbed something empty when I reached into my pants pocket

Love, you are art
Even though art knows no form
You are beautiful
But not everyone sees it

Love, you are lost time
When I hate you

And
when the eyes come back
to shed tears,
I hope
it’s not a cry of remorse,
nor to let go.