I completely accept that there are also sad parts in our lifes. I always remember that after these ones we can get something extraordinary, something pure and beautiful. If we only had happy parts it wouldn't be a life. It would be a dream then. But why do we sometimes have to lose our mind full of happiness too early, without any reason? The problem with communication. The biggest problem in everyday life.
And the man in the rain picked up his bag of secrets
and journeyed up the mountainside
far above the clouds
and nothing was ever heard from him again
except for the sound of Tubular Bells.
I could kill a hundred times a day
Just to find something that I would want to save
Don't you know who owns the stars?
Controls the sea?
When I stop to catch it all, it passes me