You have nothing to fear, my friend

That spring we set sail, and the crowd waved from shore, and on board the sailors waved their caps,

And how else could you possibly bring out emotions?

There is a Friend, He speaks of umbers, seekers

Its heaviness pushing you inwards

Laugh, laugh out loud I and Is it real? ..I-I don’t know

Aren’t the dreamers the best of the mad?

Beyond the glaciers of monsters

I realized that the simple essence of pure nature