The sky closes its eyes, and opens the night which exists uncertainly, to form the potential energy of all substances in the cosmos, and temporarily erases the blood in the whites of its eyes.
From the repeating notes, the four people in the knot come out with three singularities interwoven by time and space. All the sad people in the world will never get an answer, Let Number Take Its Course.
The curvature is unpredictable between black and white, Connection stops, and the balance is broken. The sky explodes into blue. My thighs are so cold. People like you, but not for who you are! Idiot! Dunce! You! I! She! She never sings our songs.
The Sky closes its eyes, and no one can see the invisible singularity.