mokira

i brought the rain with me so that i could protect you from an umbrella

happiness reminds me of a ghost

such a beautiful tears - and there's no one to wipe them off

silly moon: he climbs up and up to the stars every night -- and every morning falls down

first snow is the last first snow

it is better to die in the autumn it is less painful: to go through the rain and grey to God

whenever you will die it will always look as if it was in autumn

this dream is canceled

I'm looking at the sunset eye - an eagle is playing with fire

the cars are mooing and mooing drowned in a puff of smokes as if they were swains grazing their souls in their synthetics jumpers