We may meet in an another life, an another place, an another shade of time when sun meets moon deceiving the earth, to doom. At that divine moment, we will whisper our love tale to no one but to our own ears, may be to understand each other better. We will play with the golden rays and whitish lit, hot and cold so to say. Then, you see and I see, that earth is in deluge. Suddenly, as realistic hypocrites, we will rise up to be strangers again so that what others said take us to the boring predicament that life must go on, be it in hell or heaven!