Last Night My Teacher Taught Me The

The Love Religion Is All That Is Written Here.

Wherever You Stand, Be The Soul Of That Place.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

The World Is A Mountain, In Which Your Words Are Echoed Back To You.

Silence Is The Root Of Everything. If You Spiral Into Its Void A Hundred Voices Will Thunder Messages You Long To Hear.