How swift is life in the black-and-white paradise of new buildings. The serpent is entwined, and the sky is silent heroic, ice mountain it glitters motionlessly by the fountain, the morning snow swirls, and the cars fly relentlessly.
Is it not me, illuminated by three lanterns, so many years in the dark on the shards ran wasteland., and the radiance of the heavens was the crane swirling? Wasn’t it me? Something here has changed forever.
