A lost boy seeks solace, but the skies only offer a glimpse of unattainable affection. Man is capable of becoming attuned to what lies outside of the five senses--the brilliance of life, the light that shines from within.
So Mom doesn't hate me.
إذاً أمّي لا تكرهني
Mutter hasst mich also nicht.
Entonces, mamá no me odia.
Entonces, mamá no me odia.
Maman ne me déteste pas, 
finalement !
Allora la mamma non mi odia.
Então a mamãe não me odiava?