If the trees blew in the breeze. The sound could carry on and on, forever. Never failing, never free. Slowly her eyes closed, the heavy lashes slapped shut. Pushing out the world, surrounded in darkness. Her lights glory shining shimmering magical dreams of golden dust... Blown away in the wind scattered and glittering, like the diamonds we found in her eyes. If this night would never end, we could eternally live in this magic. Never saying goodbye to our high...