From what I've read, the "light" sounds like its the door to the land of the dead where the Goddess Etro resides.
From what I've read, the "light" sounds like its the door to the land of the dead where the Goddess Etro resides.
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right