The curtains shall fall, as well as the fading night. Sleep makes a call, yet preoccupied by peerless sight. Beneath these empty halls, trickles a ray of light. The zenith of beauty, the endless darkness of the night. . . Behind your black sheets, hides extraordinary wonders. Set off an odyssey, minds that became drifters. If I found the secret, grant the wish of stargazers. Then never shall we become, a pair of awkward strangers. . . So promise me my dear, come to me after each day. Show me what I adore the most, your colors of black and gray. Letâ€™s glance at each other, endlessly....endlessly.