If you can tell the feeling of stucking days, any song can’t help you out. May shapes and colors would help. Sweep away the uselessness you stumbled into, and just simply sit in, watch the eden of color and light. Quiet sound of the grove, can you hear it? Breathe slowly, that’s your heartbeats. It’s beating along the Celestial Harmony. Listen carefully! Is that the Siren playing music in the pond with their chime… Easy… Easy…