You heard a beautiful lady singing. Ah, sounds like an angel. You approach, ready to see finally the grown princes you enchanted 16 almost 17 years ago.

Yet, you did not expect, to see golden soft hair. Blue sky eyes. She looks... Like heaven, like everything you've ever wanted and never gotten.

Like light, like sun, like life, like what you long for... And its good and it hurts.

It twist and it turns inside you as if they were the edge of the word. On the top of the sky.

But no, it's just a hound naive lady. That's looks breathtaking. You cannot look away.

Singing: I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

You old back the impulse of singing. Of stealing her for yourself. The impulse of walking close. Like a moth to the light.

Oh aurora, poor aurora she doesn't know what she is calling with that beautiful voice.