Time goes by, precious moments are gone, but your eyes are forever in my heart. In a world of desire, oh who would come and catch you when you fall?

In the wind and the fire, oh who would come to save you? High above any danger…locked inside the tower of your mind, dreams are veiled; passion blinded safe from fear and fire.

No Summer ever came back, no two Summers ever were alike, each virtue hath its time, and when God Almighty wills it, our secrets are found out.

What is there is the World that more delighteth a lover than secrecy, which is void of fear without suspicion, free from envy: the only hope one hath to build both one’s honor and honesty upon.

The secret of the heart is its pressing love of self. There is a pleasure in writing, which only the man who writes knows. Yet, no man would write, unless he expected someone to read.

His own reading would be small if he did not expect to have it found out that he had read, thus self-love, in a great degree, the spring of all things.

Which of us is there can tell how much vanity lurks in our warmest regard for others, and how selfish our love is?

A regard for personal appearance is a species of self-love, from which the wisest are not exempt, and to which the mind clings so instinctively, that not only the soldier, advancing to almost inevitable death, but even the great businessman who goes to certain executions, shows an anxiety to array his person to the best advantage.

I cannot conceive anything better calculated to excite sympathy than the spectacle of a man devoting his life to self-worship.

It is not everyone who has your passions for perfection. A person without sensibility exhibits no sigh of a soul, and you are soulful.

Dance, dance till morning light, open your darkened eyes. Hey, hey, it is a beautiful day, it will be okay.

Take a look, spend around this is where I find you, where the roses bloom, leave your cares, leave your fears, leave them all behind you. It is a beautiful day in the city of shinning lights; it is as beautiful day, that is where I will find you.

When the human, the physical, system is put under the effect of an excessive stimulant, whether grape, opium, stress, abuse, or poison, taken in a quantity not sufficient to produce death, there is for a time, an unnatural exaltation, a tremendous accession of velocity in all the wheels of life.

Whatever may be the evils resulting from a too susceptible heart, nothing can be hoped from an insensible one.

If we felt quite as poignantly for others as we do for ourselves, there would be no supporting life.

Our souls are not our own. We convey a property in them to those with whom we associate; but to what extent can never be known, until we feel the tug, the agony, or our abortive effort to resume an exclusive sway over ourselves.

When I look at your face, I see you have honest, open expression and kind blue eyes. I took a mouth full of wine to sturdy my anxieties. I was riding high after having a glass of this Baron Philippe Mouton Rothschild 1945.

It was truly worth its reputation. What a wine! Mature, but not old, and extremely complex. Very fortunate to have tasted this, as it was delicious, it made me cough. You affected not to notice.

I was grateful for the activity around us. Gradually I took in every detail of your appearance. Thou art quarreling with the light of thine own eyes.

The aim of life is development of self, and to realize one’s nature perfectly, that is what each of us is here for. No one knows, until the time comes, what depths are within one.

Knowledge of self is thought by some not so easy. Who knows but for a time you may have taken yourself for somebody else? Stranger things have happened.

You have given, me all your love and World, so I know nothing of the bitterness and hardship of life. However, how I want to tell you that in fact I do understand you all the time.

I stare at your face under the lamp; I see a crystal like heart, you cannot be angry with others for seeing you in a light in which you so strongly see yourself.

You are extremely provoked by a polite serenity, where your heart is deeply interested in the issue of harmony. A heart at ease flies into no extremes, it is ever on its center.

Who can part, forever; only when we come so close that nothing separates us can we meet again, only when what binds us is not my desire or you or your desire of me, nor any chance circumstance, but a deep ingrained likeness of nature that cannot pass away. The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

To learn our culture that claims a long history and rich accumulation, I traveled a a long way across the oceans for studies overseas, in our country.

Now I am going to leave for home to popularize our culture. I will not choose the seashore or airport to see me off, I will choose the bank of the willow flaked lake.

At this moment what do you hear from the drifting willow twigs in the breeze? We hold each others hands. Though not finding tears in each others eyes, we keep wordless amidst urging sirens.

Oh who will find me? In your midnight eyes, I see a summer sunrise. Fly far beyond these silver winter skies. I see a beautiful life. Oh, come and get away.

Do you see the horizon? Walk upon the water, you will find all is still and yet alive. Will you find me?

Babe, I just want you to know, never let me go because when it comes to forever, we should be together.

We once danced to the same tune( Its Whatever by Aaliyah) regardless of races, nations, languages, skin colors and beliefs.

Today, I am going to promise to stay with you forever. We will have another get together. May it be another get together for the people from all over the World!