“When this world is no more
The moon is all we’ll see
I’ll ask you to fly away with me
Until the stars all fall down
They empty from the sky
But I don’t mind
If you’re with me, then everything’s alright”—To the moon (Everything Alright)
One night, a young man was walking around town. He had been drinking with his friends and was a little bit tipsy. His gaze wandered around as he made his way through the streets, and his eyes happened to fall upon a man sitting at a table.