7 January 2013
Empty city, Litter strewn. Far from pity, Little room.
Old man walks, The city tramp. No time to talk, While he makes camp.
Cold wind blows, Heart's gone cold. River flows, While city grows old.
Silently through the night, The raindrops flown by. Kill the candle light, The city die.
Abadoned City • Opuss № I