I remember her eyes twinkling with excitement as she talked about the inticracy of a song about black and white. She was a galaxy, and I enjoyed seeing her burst into stars. I was there throughout her rebirth and her pain. have seen her change her interests just as how a woman changes her clothes. People think she’s heartless, because no matter where she went, she’s always burned just a little too bright, too hot for the rest of them too see her clearly. That’s why she thanks me for being her nighttime sky – content with the fact that we were both galactical beings too complicated to be understood by common men.