More songs by SODA LUV
Description
White seagulls fly like postmen without addresses, and the wind plays with their letters in the heavenly lottery. Candles burn down in glasses, turning silence into the most piercing accompaniment. It seems that everything has long since disappeared over the horizon along with the ship and the waves, but memory stubbornly holds on to your sleeve, not letting go. Like a dream that was too vivid to simply fade away.