ACT EIGHT:8

I can write number 8 in words. eight yes...eight 8.8!.8? yes ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT... Yes!

ACT SEVEN:MY NAME

my name... my name... my name... and when suddenly my name! my name! my name! it is my turn my name? my name? my name? where people do not understand each other my name, my name, my name, I am an ancient city my name my name BRIDGE!

ACT SIX: OCEAN OF VOICE

come and build...

a world of peace

on this earth...

come ...

come...

come voice me

voice you

voice?

voice!

...you let flow...

ACT FIVE:VOICE

Born from the seed,

...i finally arrive

you..me?

do not be afraid

peace will always be with you..me?

decorating the sky

this endless episode?

this endless episode!

this endless episode...

though i do not actually know

...you, me

: my mom is only a black thread

stranded...

ACT FOUR: ANCIENT CITY

I hear an unfamiliar echo...
white flowers
white flowers
...a lover hides her first smile...

ACT THREE: I COME KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR

...that same lake...

The world begins to roar choatic

...I...it is my turn!

ACT TWO: HERE I STAND

But of a certain thing I am sure - and...it is my turn - supported by a friend from another continent.

ACT I: SACRED FLAG

This is the answer to a lineage of civilization created over centuries.

CANVAS A LITTLE CHILD

SMILE TWO

Smile...turning into clouds; try in search of love and life to establish eternal peace -- broken and scattered. Hance -- Canvas A Little Child; flying happily in its peaceful surroundings; has changed its tune and rhythm; Playing theatre, music, symphony and dreams in the greenness of purity.

CANVAS A LITTLE CHILD

SMILE ONE

"HERE I STAND IN THIS NARROW LANE, DISGRACE ARE EVERY WHERE, IN MY EYES, IN YOUR EYES, IN MY HEARTS, IN YOUR HEARTS A LITTLE CHILD FLYING HAPPILY IN ITS PEACEFUL SURROUNDING"