where is the great man?
who hide between code lines
Immersed between sea of love and launch
i wasting my dream to imagine
maybe one night.....
he come to my dream like zeus
and i hear something under his lips
like croon by weak matrix sound
some days we will meet the dead angel
some days you will see each other
some days ...
you will see
the KAVARDAT
for this moment...
i wasting my dream ....
like a butterfly that revolve
around the candle
till some days
he lost his wings
and keep silence
near the dreams