Even though they are gathering black cloth from the streets , the stars are full of Peru, even though they are mourning from under the rubble , the ash hyena, even though the smell of search and blood is wrapped in the stories, even though the sound of the explosion of the lamentation is everywhere , everywhere, everywhere is
still not a victim of this evil horror, it is still not a victim of this ominous horror, it is still not surrendered to the night and is not a prisoner of nightmares, it is possible to make a song with a trench and not give up to the crow.It is still possible to fall in love and not be disappointed in the star,
even though the scythe of apprehension counts these minutes, even though the mirror is full of crying at night, even though it is the sound of migration in the moonlight and water, and the acceleration, even though in the back of everyones mind, there is no escape, and the cage, the cage, the cage, the cage
, the crow You can still fall in love and not be disappointed in the star, you can still not be a victim of this evil horror, you still have not surrendered to the night and you have not been captivated by nightmares, you can still make a stronghold out of the song and not give in to the crow, you can still fall in love and not be disappointed in the star, you can still not be a victim of this evil horror, you have not surrendered to the night and have not been captivated by nightmares, you can still make a stronghold out of the song and not give in to the crow, you can still fall in love and He was not disappointed with the star
