A will with light. Go the deeper place with profound universal.
Round and round. Imagine a line generated by a point on a circle that rolls around inside another circle. It's the corridora gallery.
To control the corridora gallery, a woman puts red rouge on her lips. She shows red beauty. It's a beautiful red rouge.
The rouge tells she is a woman. I want to see red rouge in every time. I'm looking for it even in the night. I don't want to give up this night.
The End of the Dream. But I need Dream. Time never ends.
Make a circle around the corridora gallery. I have been suspended,my head may be swimming. My consciousness is floating like the clock hands. Until the day comes.
Riseing the sun... What are you searching for? I drew somebody close to my breast in the night. It was a heart-broken angel.
Put up the light,angel. Who are beginning to realize people has a price. The stairs changes every time that towards the future. Why. Is that the metamorphosis.
Round and round. Sadness turns round and round in circles. It is called the days.
Who are grabbing this breast? Who are you,Grace?
I'll guard you.
Grace, I'll guard you.
”Hold onto your angel,Hold me to persevere those days ”
