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There's Little Hope In Shallow Waters, But At Least I Know They Remind Me Of You 

Waiting To Hear Yourself 

Fragile Glasses, Like Your Fingers 

Sic transit gloria mundi 

Hope Is A Sad Thing 

When you're waking up, the world is a blur. What was clear in a dream, suddenly makes no sense. No surreal rescues. No easy, magic way out. But you are awake. 

Staring Into The Sun, Humming A Lullaby 

Spring Existence, Mere State Of Being 

She Smells Like Butterfly Chimera 

Osaka 

Hiroshima 

A Day Spent Drowning In Summer Sun 

Nara 

Chubby Wolf 

Make Me A Promise To Keep Your Eyes Closed 

Tokyo 

Kyoto 

47°22'N 8°33E 

The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you piece it together, you cut yourself, your image keeps shifting. And you change with it. It could destroy you, drive you mad. It could set you free.