Si lingua latina scribes, homines putant prudentem esse.
In my mind, places keep returning...
I still see his smile.
And the dark fear that I am feeling...
Dies once in a while...

And as the moon makes it through the madness...
There, standing alone.

I feel the breath, coming from the shadows...
Streets, almost alive...

@музыка: Silent Hill - Elle Theme

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