mutiny

The throbbing back keeps telling me about the strike...
Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice

The throbbing back keeps telling me about the strike...

The pendulum of freedom is my wandering footsteps...

Goodbye! The youthful years of youth pro...

who are you! Hiding secretly in the darkness...

The light of graffiti flashed across my mind...

White smoke like clouds, rain and fog comes from...

I love you, do you know this or...

Fold the layers of my emotions towards you into one...
The train passes by at a fast speed and people watch...

I cried when she left and I worried about you...