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I am wandering between the ruins Unstable winds stop and blow again. Screaming above my head a crow Is it calling my disaster, or warns me? It cannot talk that, how can I know? I am wandering between the ruins It blows outside, undecided winds.

The street is singing its own song in a pell-smell... Trash cans full. Doesn't matter how much eats Human even if, though hungry soul.

Where, did I start the journey? How many days? How many months? maybe year... Anymore I don't know I don't know anymore Where's paradise, where's hell