The soul must sing

The soul must sing! Otherwise, it has died... Its singing like fog should be going down into the valley to hide the vanity of mountains hollow in their cold altitude. Passer-by, keep your ears open and be ready to hear the harmony of this singing  which hides the sense of life. Do not be afraid! Wrap up in the fog. It is your rescue! You will be able to understand it at the moment when your heart blows up on billions particles from merciless resonance. And then you catch a thought that this moment is longer than eternity. The gist will be raised above the sky by unreal blast wave and will be remembered as incredible starfall. The wishes set will be asked - as credible as brave - which promise new knowledge. Any knowledge are pain! New knowledge is terrible pain. But it is a value of life. Otherwise, how can I distinguish the life from the dream? Sufferer is happy because they live truly! The love is the feature of the life! For love a soul must sing! Otherwise, she is dead ...