driving without one precise goal in the blue light of tears,
listen to your vanishing voices
all around my head,
whispering ghosts of my love
telling all the same words:
life is with end
my love could not end
The infinite perspective of one road without aim
of one life without aim
of a sea shore without aim
of another day
without you.

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final room

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