When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, bo — Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, bo — Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, bo — Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, bo — Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, bo — Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, both create a beautiful symphony of life.

— Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

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