attention

Remorse is the yearning to touch it....

The soul will be shaken by handshakes...

when he truly repents face to face....

The moon and stars adorn the night....

Your voice, your contrition...

His eyes, not his lips..

repentance expressed in this manner...

Are we pals now?

If you enjoy..

Tea blowing smoke...

A lengthy trip...

Take a seat beside the window...

cool evenings..

blaze wood...

snow-covered peaks..

verdant field...

cascades...

The ponds...

vintage photos..

The lunar reflection on the sea...

thus comprehend..

We're pals now..

Never-ending...

I have a boundary...

And in it, you have no boundaries...

You're his Madh and I'm Alf...

I can see nothing....

Nothing to consider...

What can I say, though?

You are so evidence of my existence...

I have a boundary...

And in it, you have no boundaries...