Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.
There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.
I learned that every mortal will taste death. But only some will taste life.
Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me
Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.
Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.