You shine so bright it's insane,
You put the Sun to shame.



Suckle on the hope in lite brasseire

You're such a mystery, a far off island no one else sees.

Everyone seems like ordinary people with just brief exchanges on the outside, the surface of our souls. It is when one person opens up, and everyone opens up one by one. That's when the magic happens. People aren't just the dull walking dead. We become mobile bodies of emotions, a hurricane of encounters, gushing rivers of pensiveness. A non-stop flow, we all meet in the sea.
Ah company, that's nice.