Don't see you on your next birthday...
All of my pure love to you.

Papai

Those days were like dreams now.
Watching the stars at night,
The waves upon our heads...
I didn't cry those days.

You are my favourite.
I miss you.
And it is not bad.

Just now I can see what you mean to me.
I always thought you didn't love me.
Maybe I still think it.
But try to understand me...

Every day I'm more and more afraid.
You know, I really can't understand mama.
She always make me angry and sore...
But you
You understand me, and I understand you.

Sometimes
I can't bear the absence.
But don't feel bad for it!
'Cause I don't feel bad.

See you on your next birthday, dear!
Kisses, and all of my love.
 

The Loveless Story Of The Sad Blue-Eyed Man
by some lonely angel

Part I - The Man

I've met a creature.
It was pretty quiet,
It was a pretender.
It was unexpected, and it was quite a masked creature.
It was a man.
He was a man, he was a lovely man.
And he was not an idiot.

Part II - The Hero

I've met a creature.
It was just like me,
It was my only friend.
It was just like me, just like me...
I once thought we were the same person.
It was a hero.
He was a bad man, he was an idiot.
But I quite loved him.
And he was the only one who used to make me happy.

Part III - Back to Reality

BUT
The problem is that the perfect, the wonderful hero...
He doesn't exist.

Ripped my heart out off;
Right where it is weak, right where it is naive.
Still alive only the man, no longer my hero.
So I go back,
Back to the sadness-clouds,
The lonely clouds.
Where it is home,
The place I know; the place I know it is home.
The black home,
The fetid home.