Please ... close your eyes ... Imagine ... that the night outside the window ... Downpour ... lightning ... thunderstorm ... All thoughts ... flew away ... Imagine ... that we are sitting together ... Together ... and there is no one ... A candle is burning ... a set table ... We talk ... and drink wine ...
-HotBlood-_deleted
2019.07.10.
And only a flock of white birds takes sorrow to heaven.
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...
Imagine ... that the night outside the window ...
Downpour ... lightning ... thunderstorm ...
All thoughts ... flew away ...
Imagine ... that we are sitting together ...
Together ... and there is no one ...
A candle is burning ... a set table ...
We talk ... and drink wine ...
Sadness, sadness and trembling eyelashes, but only the past is not a pity...