It Is Impossible To Communicate To People

Our Memory Is Childish And It Saves Only What We Need.

All Was Taken Away From You: White Dresses, Wings, Even Existence. Yet I Believe You, Messengers. There, Where The World Is Turned Inside Out, A Heavy Fabric Embroidered With Stars And Beasts, You Stroll, Inspecting The Trustworthy Seams.

Forget The Suffering You Caused Others. Forget The Suffering Others Caused You. The Waters Run And Run, Springs Sparkle And Are Done, You Walk The Earth You Are Forgetting.

You Who Think Of Us: They Lived Only In Delusion... Know That We The People Of The Book, Will Never Die!

Be Young Forever, Seasons Of The Earth.