Behind the people's pretentious looks lies sorrow.
It has the face of a crow that wanted to be an eagle and a lion.
Souls do not get older, they only grow, weaken, or are lost in their white cells.
Songs are souls, souls are songs of peace and ecstasy.
Life is a road that leads to the loss or sacred inertia of unfulfilled dreams.
It has the face of a crow that wanted to be an eagle and a lion.
Souls do not get older, they only grow, weaken, or are lost in their white cells.
Songs are souls, souls are songs of peace and ecstasy.
Life is a road that leads to the loss or sacred inertia of unfulfilled dreams.
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