I think there will never be an explanation of the different mound in which they were in harmony, and I do not doubt the fact that they can not be separated, one without the other, as if the Earth lived without sun.
Their souls are embedded into each other, similar to a rock encrusted with marine coral.
One could certainly think they will throw stones, but in reality, they are flint, and as everyone knows, these stones give rise to sparks.
Then a fire starts, and similar to an oven, they think they are suffocated, dying, roasting.
Their souls are embedded into each other, similar to a rock encrusted with marine coral.
One could certainly think they will throw stones, but in reality, they are flint, and as everyone knows, these stones give rise to sparks.
Then a fire starts, and similar to an oven, they think they are suffocated, dying, roasting.
We do not throw flowers, but water to suppress a story that loved life.
She was drowned, this romance.
Frozen.
Even sharks do not hunt in these waters.
Too cold, and yet it is the fire that killed them.
Yeah, the cold burns.
As the cigarette I just take the last puff.
Time to relive my past.
Time to relive my life.
Time to relive all.