Our depths How Our the and little we are!

depths yearn to see the light, light that makes fruit out of dust and water discloses all the truth hidden in darkness.

Where are we going? We are sailing on the waves of joy, during a slumber the storm of melancholy arrives, it rouses us abruptly to fight our life, with fear and hope we are getting up. Who are you the man - wrath thunders, chasing the wind with a naked sword? Who are you the man? - Narumi scorns, drenching the sea with your blood? Who are you the man? - stars are wailing, do you not know that people die? Blinded running forward, Being deaf and composing music, Seeing special in ordinary, and difference in the same. We mortals flickering, trying to grasp beauty. As the days were going, unstilled thirst was growing, my desire for water never changed disappeared all of a sudden without being quenched. Freezing draught is blowing, vague echoes are tolling, tolling the music of life, that one day the Sun will rise.