You who face the future of the heart with the mirror of the moon.This is a love letter from my eyes to write to you who cannot get the color in the wind of our heart anymore.
I feel
I stare
I say
Because you are not our trash can. Your role is to breathe with the power to seek something more better for intelligent life design. I wish for the safety and life of our future every time I was born. Dear the ocean, dear the genes, how much damage and lose in our Eye of Providence telepathic community. Our future, I see you growing up gentle design more than now, I believe that.
