One endless line of people journeys incessantly and inevitably to their grave: the funeral of mankind. We bury one another but live nevertheless. As one person is happy, the other dies. No sooner than we draw a cup to our lips… fate has come.
One endless line of people journeys incessantly and inevitably to their grave: the funeral of mankind. We bury one another but live nevertheless. As one person is happy, the other dies. No sooner than we draw a cup to our lips… fate has come.
