IRC-Galleria

when i was the king, when i was the ruler.Who was the begger and who was the listener..It was those minds which make my thoughts to fly and when i was in my dreams you came to me. Now you have been saw and heard. I think there is no more to see and hear. My dreams they are gone to dust and wind blow the dust on the air like dry sand. I was only the sitting hand of your life i was only the look that you make when you were despressed. I'am sayin goodbye and good lifes. This is the end of all beatiful.