His defiant face looks as if he will be late.
Her washed hair is like a flame in my heart.
A brief carnival, thinking that life is endless.
A long farewell is a feast of youth.
My hand is like a fiery oath on a winter night.
Your twinkling eyes are like fragile beliefs.
Years of desire have been relentlessly rewarded.
Arrogant thoughts have disappeared.
Madness, fatigue, pain
The Human Comedy
Laughed and left screaming.
Strange youth
Beautiful scenery, but which day?
Hard for whom, sweet for whom.
These years are very young and have passed.
But there is a hole in the sky.
What a beautiful day,
Hard for whom, sweet for whom.
These years are very young and have passed.
I see. Time.
Madness, fatigue, pain
The Human Comedy
Laughed and left screaming.
Strange youth