Wonder is when you feel love without being loved by anyone.

Wonder is when you marvel at yourself.

Wonder is knowing how to see beyond your darkness by taking your hand to the end.

Each season has its own beauty inside, and like spring we are born like autumn we die and then come back, and our past life, so small and distant, now I know that it contained immensity.

Immensity, ooohhhh Immensity...

Wonder is when you fall asleep satisfied with what you have done, what you are and what you will be.