And violins were playing in the world where somewhere under the sun something died to leave room for a new life to be born.
The wind blew hard in that forgotten corner on the world where trust burned like letters in the fireplace in winter, desire flew away like browned away dust and people flew through time, not time through people.
There start shined in wide eyes, but hearts built walls 'cause people tried to cheat the truth.And the thuth was not called faith it was called blindness.

You could hear violins but no one was listening in the place where people flew through time, not time through people.