The world is beautiful outside: white, green, and red; but inside it is black and dark as death.


"Owe war sint verswunden alliu mîniu jâr", line 37


The world is beautiful outside: white, green, and red; but inside it is black and dark as death.

The world is beautiful outside: white, green, and red; but inside it is black and dark as death.

The world is beautiful outside: white, green, and red; but inside it is black and dark as death.

The world is beautiful outside: white, green, and red; but inside it is black and dark as death.