What way would be better, to take you, this story?
About to get lost. I receive no advice.
And, what you wish, what you love, only
in the world,
satisfaction you will be able to complete.

.....

With the pulsations of the electrical accountant
while becoming deformed, the sound stopped
in the liquid solution, everything dissolves
feather adornments of extreme colors
lips like dry blood
On the MONITOR, everything aligns
in a dream, nomadic in the desert,
it sounds in my ears, that wind I heard,
on the FILM, everything continues burning,
In addition, sheltering those memories
to the extreme memories are fused,
in the HARD DISK, all prisoners.

My reason of desiring you, wants to emerge and be kept,
As if you where dreaming about me, it would be all right if it was taken away and kept.

......

A good story I am not able to tell you, without making you sad.
I'm warned.
Something I comprehend.

What way would be better, to take you, this story?
About to get lost. I receive no advice.
And, what you wish, what you love, only
in the world,
satisfaction you will be able to reach.

My reason of desiring you, wants to come out and be kept,
The way you like me, if it could come out and be kept,
As if you where dreaming about me, it would be all right to be able to emerge and keep,
I want to be the person who you dream of, the one you ask and search for.
I want to be.