Maybe arose right yonder Sky weeps showing the Sun reflecting on her face How a blind can perceive the quiet rising Sun and forsake Moon’s coldest side Colours makes no sound and reaches the inside Weak interaction between infinitely distant systems Maybe tundre maybe thousand stars burns brightly but we can’t feel them You, you can’t cross the line and every single moment we passed it apart Comunication makes us empty and unable to bare ourselves from The unnecessary ostensibile doctrine of internalizing in speech the capability of transmitting pure feelings Pathetic blank wrappers Crumble the wall, then free the essentials if not The Sun will tear us apart Comunication makes us empty and unable to bare ourselves from us Saw your eyes changing, then turning blue