Distant lands and tones of peace
Austere sight of beauty
Idyll of another lifetime
Where are we?
Centuries spread their genius on papers
Colors speak for the beautiful
Inside myself
Build our home and our own prison
Distant lands and tones of peace
Austere sight of beauty
Idyll of another lifetime
Where are we?
Pencils drew the outcome of my mind
Colder as it’s lingering new scenery
It keeps spreading like the highest illusion, Illusion, Illusion