Within these frail mortal frames, we harbor such pitiful, stubborn hearts, chasing after the vast, unreachable…
Within these frail mortal frames, we harbor such pitiful, stubborn hearts, chasing after the vast, unreachable stars... Chasing them until our bodies wither and eyes dim, until kin and peers have all passed away... How brief a life, how deep the regrets. Yet, whenever we lift our gaze, there remains...