night, consign itself to the blind morning,
and i am collecting you from earth.
and i am collecting you from earth.
death flower...
Death Flower
Its start with my poem. Like dead of somebodies near to us. Like a woman, and pain her left. i was in... In pain! But its not enough. i was necessary to show it. And i painted! Every life, at the same time, its death. Like a death flower...