Landed in a round blue atmosphere,

everything's so different here.

A thing called humanity is obeyed by its creatures.

What is this thing known as love?

Love is a weakness for their kind,

an infection with no cure.

It has become a riot without an immunity.

Creatures rely on each other for affection and care.

Although some may seem not to care,

for they deceive that who depends on them for security.

It is a mystery to me, that story of humanity that is love diseased and deceived.