Morning comes to the city, the road is empty, there are rare passers-by on the sidewalk in the autumn rays of the sunMorning comes to the city, the road is empty, there are rare passers-by on the sidewalk in the autumn rays of the sun
The sea rolls a wave to the shore, closes its waters in a circle, encloses the landThe sea rolls a wave to the shore, closes its waters in a circle, encloses the land