You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
Love is a peculiar thing.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.