The night is swarthy and I've been thinking
about you lately, wondering if you're eating well...

I threw
all my stones...

He grabbed his notes from
the underground, fingers brushing...

You are
beautiful, like a flower...

Daylight is descending
through the curtain to...

I want to know all of the stars,
denote them with wishes only you...

In twenty days, I'll
turn twenty five. Twenty five...

repeat it
until you believe it...