What you do is born from you,
it then drifts apart. 

In its voyage, it touches stars,
kaleidoscope dreams, and 
eccentric supper meals. 

What you do is born from you,
it then becomes another. 

In traveling, no one knows
what is the destiny that awaits. 

It, 
        us, 
            voyagers of time,
we 
        drift 
                in pieces until
we become whole again.
Signature Lina Ru