Broken castles

That morning, everybody had dreamt about their next forthy years.
As the last years, wasn't its?.


Yes, of course, some of them could say that other systems had the same problems.
As that woman, who loved the sad silence, would it?


How old was the world which had repeated the same submission!
As the powerful's warriors had showed us from their inflicted terror, isn't true?

Gardens to meet us, althought our steps walk in parallel