In the solitude of the night, only the moon is a cold witness to the cruelty of the mind. Life, Death, those fleeting fantasies are not in your hands, from the moment fate decided whish path will take you
In the solitude of the night, only the moon is a cold witness to the cruelty of the mind. Life, Death, those fleeting fantasies are not in your hands, from the moment fate decided whish path will take you