It's beautiful.

No, it's more than beauty - the way the shining sun catches in your hair. A bit pure light, caught in this broken, fading world, shimmering madly and falling down into midnight shadows. For the shadows deepen and even an adamant star caught between your fingers cannot hold back the long defeat. All things fade. But you seem to me like radiance in deep, dark water, filtering softly into an unknown depth. And I gaze up toward the surface, trying not to feel trapped, trying to find a shining shadow of your face...

Bright above deep water.