The piece that would appear if the nails of my coffin correspond to one note.
in about three hours, the item that is mentioned in an unrelated 9-10 place and finally comes across the title when you press the :) button. I suppose I have to listen.
The last song of dream theater 's awake album, the indispensable of a sad playlist, the admirable one that takes people away at night, makes people sad, thought, and hits them from there.
The cult piece that makes you feel the same feelings every time you listen, just as the cold wind that penetrates your bones made you cold and then you warmed up in a cozy place.
it sings like the bell of the pavlov, but it is the eyes, not the mouth, where it dilutes.