4d
Sometimes when we close our eyes, we can see the river.
It is like a slow blues.
In the notes, the keys. –– the colors of timbres
And then.
I cry
while a moment ago I woke up.
It is like a slow blues.
In the notes, the keys. –– the colors of timbres
And then.
I cry
while a moment ago I woke up.
