Now even autumn already has face more sorrowful than before and I drowned in the sand Iґm smothered by my own laughing. It's not just cheery. Several of them have already passed by, but ever a burnt skin just remains. It's strange,how barren is my life full of penitence. I'm lying on the place of my suffering surrounded by wall and I have a dream. Dream about some faces behind the wall... Arm the homeless... Descent... Give me love... Save my Doll...