Why does the moon seem so close, but it's years away?
Why does the sea look so shallow, but all of it has been discovered?
Why does the tree's bark look so smooth, but is hard to the touch?
Why does the human ways are all the same, but is different to the eye?
They each have their own sharing star.
They each have their own world.
They each have their own love and hate.
They each have their own galaxy.
Everything has a call, a place, a day, a life...
A story.
A story that will never be opened and never be closed.
