Thousands of people in the crowd, I little one traveler.

There are thousands of languages ​​in the imagination today, but my craving for silence. This gentle breeze of gusher, evening festive mood, colorful picture painted on the white canvas of Hydro all over. The moon has also been hidden in the clouds, and the evening is filled with clouds, and the weather is bitter. Although, in the empty blackboard of Hridai, dreams did not make a mistake in drawing human pictures ;,,, artisans