We’re born to be sad, suffer to be glad 
We gotta dance in the rain, dance in the pain; we’re gonna dance in the plane
Though you say you want to die, you actually live that much harder
Even the thought of not having a thought is a thought

Do you know?

A splendid view unfolded before us that is made up of someone’s thorns
Someone else will surely be comforted by looking at your thorns
We are each other’s night scenery, each other’s moon 

Moonchild, you shine.