Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.

I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.

I've eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there's no getting off

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?