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To speak to the Candles, 
i would said the story that Cupid ask his lover do not ever take a look to him.
But she wanted to see. It's a promise that she can not keep.

Now blow out all the candles, what will you be?
You are the dream in the dream,
the light in the light, the visible invisible,
a heat confusing me in the dark.

When i open my mind i'll find it's a Galaxy of heat from Hundreds of millions of light years away.
I konw it's too far away that this life can not be reached.

I shouldn't have feel somethng i shouldn't know.