Creation of a new earth
「Age of the Astral Realm」
Sometimes astral I visit for playing music and dreaming drawings
That’s the same place as I used be in my childhood
Time does not move but eternal
It appears when I imagine
It disappears when I think
It shines when I smile
It starts to rain when I cry
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