photographic The cast glance is smeared on the floor Your silhouette will disappear into the darkness Hundreds of poems to the baby about pain Hundreds of poems, and all about you If I meet her again In the darkness of the night, the "pen-gun" handle I'll keep the gun for myself. I'm sorry, darling, I'm going to shoot. Word by word, past the ears The time has come, open up — it's me The delicate skin has become paler But your eyes are still shining You left only a bare shadow at night I walk in, my hands are shaking This is my own captivity I can't escape from myself anymore Exhale, a little emotion I shuddered and remembered all the past Stay with me for a little while Black Wild Cat