They all look the same to you (red), but Marslings are very, very finicky about shades of red in a way that you never imagined.

This terrible event is etched for ever in my memory.

Car drivers, in particular, are forever obsessed with the urge to go on and on: they never want to stop.

If you meet my forever love, please tell her, I am still wait in place.

It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.