Sadness Is But A Wall Between Two

In Friendship Let There Be Laughter And Sharing Of Pleasures.

The Feelings We Live Through In Love And In Loneliness Are Simply, For Us, What High Tide And Low Tide Are To The Sea.

For The First Time The Sun Kissed My Own Naked Face And My Soul Was Inflamed With Love For The Sun, And I Wanted My Masks No More. And As If In A Trance I Cried, "blessed, Blessed Are The Thieves Who Stole My Masks." Thus I Became A Madman.

Love That Is Cleansed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Beautiful.

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.