Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.
We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell
You guys are going somewhere or just going?
While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.