my emotion got been written at the morning coffee with the ink of dream that dreams me… the influence of mine with yours spun up to the sky for blooming in a color's custody full of desires… our lust made us confess again, how wildly about we're to each other… then… everything around us smiled

there, where you're frenglishly afraid to get in, there is hidden the treasure you sought… ‧ it'll not try coming home to you, but it'll linger somewhere in the blue wing of the moon ‧ it'll stalk you to see if you give your soul to those who promised you the magic of paradise , instead of the one who'll follow you even in hell ‧ so be vigilant , — this, it isn't my confession but your frisson , plotted by one whose hell was made in heaven