It ends and gradually disappears, like the incense stick burns in utter silence, while the doors kept ajar. The journey…
You remind me of some unmarked graves I happened to see somewhere in Park Circus, where no one lights the…
It ends and gradually disappears, like the incense stick burns in utter silence, while the doors kept ajar. The journey…
You remind me of some unmarked graves I happened to see somewhere in Park Circus, where no one lights the…