The night makes thousands of lanterns light up – some of them are lonely
In a dim bar, the bartender pours another glass full and closes his eyes for ever – he had stayed in this world alone.
With a shaking hand the master lights out his cigarette end and writes some lines on the paper, it is his own death sentence.
He is tired of being alone – but no one knows.
In a dark city centre, in a phone booth a pretty girl is crying rambunctiously. Mascara is running down her cheeks and her fingers are covered with lipstick – she is also now alone.
ALONE AGAIN.
But the happy town doesn’t know.
In a dim bar, the bartender pours another glass full and closes his eyes for ever – he had stayed in this world alone.
With a shaking hand the master lights out his cigarette end and writes some lines on the paper, it is his own death sentence.
He is tired of being alone – but no one knows.
In a dark city centre, in a phone booth a pretty girl is crying rambunctiously. Mascara is running down her cheeks and her fingers are covered with lipstick – she is also now alone.
ALONE AGAIN.
But the happy town doesn’t know.
