The Passenger
Train tickets as wing’s feathers…
One day, a friend came to me with a bunch of train tickets.
They were her beloved son’s. She preciously kept them.
She asked me to make something on his memory.
He’s still travelling through Time.
Train tickets as wing’s feathers…
One day, a friend came to me with a bunch of train tickets.
They were her beloved son’s. She preciously kept them.
She asked me to make something on his memory.
He’s still travelling through Time.