When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful. And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now. I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again. Inside the majesty
Evil is not a thing. It cannot take possession of you. It's the opposite; it's a void, an absence of goodness. The only thing you can be frightened of here is yourself.