"Look my burned heart."
I couldn't see anything in his bare chest.
There was just black emptiness
and crumbles of oxidized love.
My new friends tried to escape from me.
But it didn't work. Sorry friends!
I was waiting her last words.
She opened her lips and started to talk.
"Yesterday, all my trouble seemed so far away......"
"Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer!
I must get out and breathe the air deeply again."
"Feelings aroused by the touch of someone' s hand, the sound of music, the smell of a flower, a beautiful sunset, a work of art, love, laughter, hope and faith - all work on both the unconscious and the conscious aspects of the self, and they have physiological consequences as well."
"If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly
I could see to write you a letter."