Winter dawn in gorakhi the river making its way through the snow
A lonely daisy made its way to life through the boardwalk
A twig with leaves makes its way through wooden boards
A sprout of greenery makes its way out of the soil
I'm on my way and I don't have any worries and worries
Letters on bars with the inscription on the way on the map
Lanterns make their way through the rain-soaked glass
The lion is the king of beasts, lying on the ground and looking at the camera