Travel to heaven, everything is in the hands of man; will and space, natureTravel to heaven, everything is in the hands of man; will and space, nature
The turtle crawls on the green grass to no one knows whereThe turtle crawls on the green grass to no one knows where
Sand is everywhere, even the sunset seems to be made of sandSand is everywhere, even the sunset seems to be made of sand
The bridge leading to the city in the rays of the setting sunThe bridge leading to the city in the rays of the setting sun
Morning comes to the city, the road is empty, there are rare passers-by on the sidewalk in the autumn rays of the sunMorning comes to the city, the road is empty, there are rare passers-by on the sidewalk in the autumn rays of the sun