It couldn’t be more easy, Among the shadows to wear a dark disguise. But not to get lost and find way out,
The gate is open and the border’s vogue, To the place, where dreams are preserved. And just upon our one word. We’re
The way always requires going up the hills. And when you go, it rushes you and hurries. It spreads out like a
Look at the masterpiece, an artist paintsHe’s copying the entities on canvas.He sees our cheerless routine and accepts,Expressing all its beauty with
The golden road is not for Anybody to go. And how to find it somewhere, This secret’s been forgotten, forgotten long ago.
Eternity is surprisingly near…