When I was young, I had two companions. The first was a dream, and the second a terror. In my dream I walked tightrope to meet a beautiful prince. In my terror he put me in an oven. And myself that I knew from that dream, the girl with black hair grown down to her ankles, retreated into silence and darkness.
Pursuing A New Horizon
Pursuing A New Horizon
Pursuing A New Horizon
When I was young, I had two companions. The first was a dream, and the second a terror. In my dream I walked tightrope to meet a beautiful prince. In my terror he put me in an oven. And myself that I knew from that dream, the girl with black hair grown down to her ankles, retreated into silence and darkness.