Graffiti

The light of graffiti flashed across my mind...
Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice

The light of graffiti flashed across my mind...

White smoke like clouds, rain and fog comes from...

I love you, do you know this or...

Fold the layers of my emotions towards you into one...
The train passes by at a fast speed and people watch...

I cried when she left and I worried about you...

The boring days have been too long and I have already become numb...

The tears of the Weaver Girl were all over the window outside the window...

The powerful sound of flamenco is ringing in my ears...
The misty world wakes up but only loneliness remains...