It has experienced several world reincarnation, in the spring, you and I play in your field, I accompanied the haystack, records of our bit of moonlight. Can't remember what the river water river, never remember we lived in a small village called what, memory is always near, how many years go around, will eventually all childhood memories and ground it to powder, does not leave a tiny bit.

In the city the supermarket, you and I separated a and look, surprised some confusion, familiar and unfamiliar faces awakened as if pulled from the void in the residual memory, constantly running, and finally into a 'you'?

Like the attachment to your back to childhood, through changes in time and space, to love

The message on the phone in there, accompanied, filled with sweet. A later recalled memories of a smile

On the way home, watch you flying vehicle impact, the pupil reflection in the blood and tears, constantly savings, and finally into the piercing cries, echoing in the void, the heart that good adherence, seems to have collapsed.

In the room where you most like money, wearing clothes, you lay peacefully in bed. Bright white like an angel, you return to heaven, but the people who love you in the world, you have to find the eternal truth but leave me alone in the dark world of travel, walking to the edge of hell. Enjoy this alone.

Forget, forget, who are you, who I am.

In many-storied buildings, in the tens of meters distance from the ground, stretched out his left foot, jump......