Weird dream, ticking, is it sinking or waking up?
The world in black and white, blurred with shadows, is it salvation or destruction?
…
Waiting for the gray-blue boy holding an umbrella, singing a hymn of night and moon;
Waiting for the girl in the white robe to spread the vitality of spring:
Waiting for all things to grow, waiting for the rain to fall and the wind to sing, waiting for the wings of butterflies to flap, bringing a new legend.
Say.
Mission: Always have hope