To One Who Knocks, The

Like The Children We Will Never Ever Cease To Be.

Bodies Always Understand Each Other, Even When The Souls Do Not.

A Warrior Of Light Values A Child's Eyes Because They Are Able To Look At The World Without Bitterness. When He Wants To Find Out If The Person Beside Him Is Worthy Of His Trust, He Tries To See Him As A Child Would

And With The Passing Years, What Had Once Seemed Like A Miracle Or The Luckiest Of Chances And Which He Had Always Promised Himself He Would Never Become Enslaved By, Has Gradually Become His Sole Reason To Go On Living.

I Have Inside Me The Winds, The Deserts, The Oceans, The Stars, And Everything Created In The Universe. We Were All Made By The Same Hand, And We Have The Same Soul.