Whoever finds his way still needs stars. Not to look for something from them, but for beauty. So that your eyes are happy and you want to sing. To make it lighter, light the fires and wait for the sunrise. And also... so that they illuminate the path with beacons for those who come to you following the voice of their own heart, bump into everything, walk in circles, fall into holes, slip on wet grass, but do not stop hearing you. One day he will definitely decide to look up, and the stars will no longer let him go astray.