You know that feeling when you're having the best time of your life and you look up at the sky and it's purple and pink and orange and you realize that it will never be exactly this way again, so you look around you, at your friends -- you take in their smiles, their laughter, their conversation, and you understand that this beautiful moment will pass and never return; you feel the unstoppable flow of time, the slow disintegration of the world, and your resolve is to enjoy each and every moment to its fullest, indulging in everything, and consequently the world takes on a dual hue of sadness and painful beauty? That's haze.