My Friend From Above

Between Those Clouds

We Stand And Watch

Our Mind Is Greeting Us

Bubbles Of A Clear Day

And The Green Plateu Of Anger

A Field, Not A Rice Field

We Stand Under The Leaves Of A Tree

The River Is Floating Under Our Feet

The Birds Chirp And The Butterflies

Are Searching

No Clouds In The Sky

The Face Of A Friend Is Written Into Blue Of The Sky

Worship Of The Omnipotent Sun (I Dream)

A Dive Into The Mirage

Straight-angled Death

That Instigates The Air To Reduce

The Stench Of My Heart Dies

I Bury It In My Selfishness

The Pain Of Not Knowing - A Tense Waiting

A Raging Fear - When The Truth Is Near

Who Is A Friend? The Question Of My Life

Under The Leaven Tree - We Wait For The Answer