She is out there somewhere. She is looking for you. Sitting on a black rock in the middle of ocean. Her golden hair being brushed by cold breeze, her sparkly deep blue eyes gazing at a distant. And when your ship is wrecked by a storm, and you are floating on a piece of wood drifting away in no definite direction, helpless and hopeless, hungry and on the verge of dying, that’s when she will find you. That’s when she will give you hope. That’s when she will hold you in her arms and bring you back on the land. All you have to do is believe that she is out there somewhere!