Homeless. Nowhere is there a place for me. Overhead, a gray sky and snow ... Moon is almost not visible. But he calls me ... I have to get there ... In paradise.
Why am I here? Why are we all? What is our life?
The world is immersed in a dream. In the never-ending sleep soundly. But every bed sooner or later comes to an end.
But I believe ... I always find it ... This paradise ...
