Truthful faces lying quietly, they celebrate onset of the night. Who is that old man, who is not afraid of his death? and that house , which is not.. Feeling the presence of someone, but eyes do not seeing it... We must believe the wind, which will take our world... - In another world.
Green no different from the red, light is disgusting without darkness which we've done. Who is that old man, who deceives himself ?
Rotating in a spiral, We do not control it, What pain will bring you joy? Truthful faces lying quietly. they are afraid of death...