It Will Always Be Sung
In memory of Alen, not written as a memory. Certain things try to create his existence. There are only his tiny lights — hanging on the mirrors...
In memory of Alen, not written as a memory. Certain things try to create his existence. There are only his tiny lights — hanging on the mirrors...
In memory of Alen, not written as a memory. Certain things try to create his existence. There are only his tiny lights — hanging on the mirrors...