Through the glass
Through the glass
Broken glass, broken soul. One coincidental destiny from the millions.
So, who cares? It makes no difference, everyone has his own problems.
She's looking for a shelter, but there is no salvation. It seems
everything in the world is just passing by. Her eyes is dimming, sparkles of life
have faded away. She's left alone with her sorrow. Soul shards and infinite silence...
Кривошея Денис, Ukraine, Днепродзержинск