The blowing wind, do me a favour, carry this wish of mine, the wish for peace, to the ends of this eternal universe, to the ears that must hear, to the hearts that must melt.
Please, do me a favour, do not end here, on this earth, even if vacuum pushes you back, please carry this wish as far as you can.
In the pale moon light, she was dancing like a lily to the song of the gentle breeze, her heart rejoicing the subtle calmness not because she's perfectly happy but because she's perfectly living in the moment.