There are onion rings on the board, there are potatoes on the table next to it, there is black bread and there is a herring on the board
People are walking along the road. Birds are flying
The flowers are white the petals are yellow the middle
Two are not sleeping, two are smoking a cigarette of love
In winter, fantasies about snow and fan art are stronger and mmorpg like in the pictures of the blizzard are waiting
Coffee beans are scattered and a white cup in which the grains are collected