This strange hold she has, something from another planet perhaps, as if cruising like a ship herself, on the waves of electronics, and she returns with gleaming eyes and cuteness, I would blush for feelings like this.

We are ready now, the dust has left our eyes, we have gathered from the rubble, that was upon our heads, we are making our way to the capital, and the sun is very bright, the eyes of love are melting us, our time has finally come.