CD-1

The night was quiet and tranquill more than enough. He saw a nightmare where he was lying, then he woke up with a terrible noise!.. He came across with the reality of the beginning disruption of everything... Later, he get back to his childhood for a moment and began to think... Alongside religious timber he thought his createdness and existance of a creator, things he said he did for Him. He wished bad things not to happen while waiting help from Him in return for his good deeds... Then again, he got back to his past. He remembered moments of beginning love... He thought the one who he called "my love" and how he couldn't protect her, how he could lost her... He began to realize that his dreams were fallen... He was in state of delirium!.. He saw his own sacrifice... He convinced himself that reality of destiny's preparation of a black magic for him!.. He lamented over his loss... He sentenced himself to live a life of melancholy for years... He searched for his death, desperately...

CD-2

He started to use antidepressants for easing his pain caused by his loss... An orchestra of lullaby was heralding end of his melancholic destiny... That day was rebirth... He was in the space. He had incomplete thoughts in his mind and he felt that antidepressants of his soul slowly began to purified... He began to spend his days as every night he hang out with a different woman... He was feeling a relaxation! Maybe he abated... So, he was thinking that he was taking revenge from one whom took love of his life... He was in state of delirium, again!.. Again, memories was in search of him. He could not forget her and her smile, her glance, her hair, her scent... He found himself in paranormal dreams... Everything was same again in the mirror... Actually, he was a garbageman who took left-overs of his schizoid memories in his mind...

CD-3

He convinced himself that every last night he saw her... Madness was near... It was dragging him to act of suicide, smelling her fragrant in his nose... He began to lose himself in hazel eyes which he had... He lost all of his life frequencies... Again, he started to hear religious timber in his ears... That time it's different. He kept drooling with a monkish posture... Then he thought his dreams, things that they wanted to do together but they couldn't. He lost in his loneliness... And yet he was feeling the noose of gallows pole around his neck... In his last day, he began his eternal journey to the peace without thinking anything... This story was ending when he died...

Or was beginning!..