We were that naive.

People dying, people falling in love

at an unbelievable pace.

The notes move close together.

There is no space

for melody to arise.

Ishvara is lower than Buddha, right? Right.

Whatever matters at all?

It won’t last because it never ends.

This time, you’re leaving me tonight.

You’re gonna drop the bomb.

This time you’re giving me tonight

reminds me that in Heaven

there is no temple.

The whole world is

the sound of the bell.

We’re taking licks like Jesus.

Oh goddamnit, someone had to go first.