“Beautiful , Its like everything turning small, The world's shrinking beneath my feet , Its like the crimson roses turning pale , Like the sands flying away from beneath my shoes , Like the wind blowing the saline water off the dark depth of my eyes, Like the fading bridge of the two islands of relaion , Like the ruby-blood running off the crevice of the withered tree of spring , Its like the melting pink ice of love ... Its beautiful .... Its beautiful ..”
