How many of us suffered to death?How many of them gained more wealth?How many of us mourned?How many of them earned?How many times we suffered such a pain?How many times they will do this again?They are Cruelbut…We don’t have to be.

A fish cannot be aware of the ocean, before jumping up out of water.

Pains are not to be relievedSorrows are not to fade awaya slight change in the visionmay bring a new experience

What could be a destination for a lost, when there is no will to move on anymore?

From the very beginningperplexing and wanderingfrom one ocean to anotheran everlasting wander

Looking aroundthere is nothing but illusionEverything is drownedin the oceans of illusion

The Invisible is movingSoftly and soothingI feel it insideIt is youIt is my feeling for youI want to give it lifeMy whole life