Even I, one april night may die. Deep and wide, all reservoirs run dry. It's like running, lost in the woods. The front of my brain, gets calls I can't convey a calm oceaned voice that echoes 'round the void. It's like running lost in the woods. It's like running lost in the woods. ----------------------------------- Группа сериала «Кухня» — vk.com/kuhnya_tv