Trying to find a way into the mansion, yet this mansion is impossible to enter. Trying to stop and take a look at the view, yet there is nowhere to stop. There is now growing comfort, just weird and lasting sadness.
Life is a slow resounding story with no tangible end. A constant turn in the road without any warning. Sad. Empty.
It is about life. Isolated life. Lonely life.
Trying to find a way into the mansion, yet this mansion is impossible to enter. Trying to stop and take a look at the view, yet there is nowhere to stop. There is now growing comfort, just weird and lasting sadness.
Life is a slow resounding story with no tangible end. A constant turn in the road without any warning. Sad. Empty.