Into a glittering and translucent eyes.
You play the organ and follow the sunset.
A haggard dusk
A mountain is speechless.
The cold December beat on the slate.
Hovering over our heads for a long time.
Make a shrill music sound
sing
In the distant dawn
Manipulate the tentacles of the soul and wander around
Fast horse of time
Quietly waiting for eternity
(Answer finished, I hope I can help you)