Ash and leaves
Hid the road.
The cross and the grave

Covered with snow.

I bring

Red roses,
our fence
Touching the hand.


There, at the crossroads
We choose to

life is endless
Or forgetfulness.
Selecting immortality

Eternally suffer
Death wanting
I'm so lonely.


Flowers of my life
Last forever.

I do not ever find peace.

"Untitled, forever forgotten, lost in the ocean

thoughts of others, again and again he comes here
the cemetery. Every day he brings her favorite
flowers - red roses on the grave. It is no more

among those who spend their lives daily
vain. And his soul is doomed to endless
journey will never find peace. "


There, at the crossroads
We choose to

life is endless
Or forgetfulness.
Selecting immortality

Eternally suffer
Death wanting
I'm so lonely.