No medicine but this is like fire.
No drug but still need to take.
A sip, a lip... I don't believe you are Siren.

Galatea in a dream, looking at me on top of the rocks.
Knee I won't reach, stand I would fall.
But still I stood and even rock fell I weren't afraid.
You were still next to the window watching me with one hand holding your head.
I stretched and I caught air...

That is the feeling, even falling from aeroplane won't feel that insecure.
Like jumping snow mountain, even you don't know the result. Break, hurt, at least I jumped.

To be a moth catching fire is like shooting star to crossing the sky. For a glimpse, a mourning glimpse.

My definition of addiction.