Tja'Sha: The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain~
Tja'Sha: Looking for my darling big city the one that you took away from me~
Tja'Sha: And she sparkles her surprise, the marvels of the milky way~
Tja'Sha: Ever since you kissed my eyes, I find myself alive, I’m floating~
Tja'Sha: The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools~
Tja'Sha: Sometimes I see myself as a child in a rain storm, running around trying to catch all the drops in his mouth. I long for my adventures to be like the raindrops the child saves and not those which crash to the ground~