And children grow up with deep eyes,
Who know of nothing, grow up and die,
And all men go their ways.
And sweet fruits grow from the bitter ones
And fall down at night like dead birds
And lie a few days and perish.
And…
So beautiful. Love the sweet ending.
nice
"Wunderschรถn" comme on dit dans ton pays .... Vraiment excel…
Wow - beautiful piano...