Surface's history was bursting of cerulian sky sharing resonant respiration once the lament were sung from one groundbreaker into consonant of clarity. Dear Lee Jeno, the ultimate muse of tremendous characters. Through all trials and tribulations, nor heartache that pierced the depth of body, may peace always remain in the core of your chapter; The venture that won't be constant tranquil would never stop sprouting abundantly may send you treachery nor bloodlust, but always remember that even in the fragments of maim and maul, shifting from adagio to allegro, even the crescendo of his smile creates a mellifluous symphony; The invoked spirit of clarity overflowed beyond the stage as silver-lining, prompting every pair of irises to be transfixed upon his presence giving the kind of whimsical adoration to etched within the skin of his delicateness.

As it floats through boundless day, passing clearest echo of the hills, and the softest note of falling rills; Another year has gone by, another deeds has been done—may your future endeavours becomes fallen blessing and all the grotesque thoughts vanish in an echo of despair; Fear may engulfed you like darkening clouds bleaking the cerulian sky, but remain courageous, and never give in. For the day shall come, where you would be arrive into rhythm mechanical, albeit the possibilities, let enigmatic motion becomes the remedy of all intrusion.