Realistic, ultra HD. On the threshold of the universe, on the shades of white lines, on the rays of the stars of radiance Frost freezes in my eyes.
Where are the cosmic beauties
They fit between your fingers
And the crazy heights
Reflections in the minds of wanderers.
Where one doesn't mean two, Across the boundaries of the numeral
Where you're standing without standing
And it folded up like a seat
And you sit and wait for the reckoning
For your empty echo
Where are the mutant suragates around
Waiting for the time of sin She has a thousand names., At the same time, there is no name
You've been doomed for a long time It's just a plot.
Don't try to search, you won't find another way.
All that remains is to wait, or to look into yourself.
To see ... the infinity of the universe... it is song for you. my trip
Realistic, ultra HD. On the threshold of the universe, on the shades of white lines, on the rays of the stars of radiance Frost freezes in my eyes.
Where are the cosmic beauties
They fit between your fingers
And the crazy heights
Reflections in the minds of wanderers.
Where one doesn't mean two, Across the boundaries of the numeral
Where you're standing without standing
And it folded up like a seat
And you sit and wait for the reckoning
For your empty echo
Where are the mutant suragates around
Waiting for the time of sin She has a thousand names., At the same time, there is no name
You've been doomed for a long time It's just a plot.
Don't try to search, you won't find another way.
All that remains is to wait, or to look into yourself.
To see ... the infinity of the universe... it is song for you. my trip