Dear My Loathsome Past, to you I offer this poem of farewell
I have cast away the remains of these days that can't get any worse, these most terrible dreams even if it kills me.
For in the next life, a flower will bloom to tell you a poem of transition;
A song filled with suffering, of which to grieve and moan, but never to die out... even if it is starved of sunlight.

Seasons revived, one after another

9 tracks