Perhaps a paradox,
but I have seen roses grew on the ice...
Such a gloomy place
Rubbles are scattered everywhere...
This is my world,
the one I created...
Walking in him!
Since Jesus departed this world, our hearts have...
Raindrops fall upon my eyes.
The Devil's pen writes the first chord...
Delicate fluff
pulled...
On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt...
They say that you cannot explain
colors to a blind man, but I'd...