The Wine Of This Fleeting World Caused

Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The Shore. Whatever Is In A Sea Hits The Shore.

Awe Is The Salve That Will Heal Our Eyes.

What You Have Despised In Yourself As A Thorn Opens Into A Rose.

The Drum Of The Realization Of The Promise Is Beating, We Are Sweeping The Road To The Sky. Your Joy Is Here Today, What Remains For Tomorrow?

You Have To Keep Breaking Your Heart Until It Opens.