Chapter 29 another legend

another legend dead heroes forgotten they are lonely, they walk through the sea of ​​people Their anger can only be ignited cigarette in a man's hand with the help of a ladder they can no longer predict anything Weathervane goes his own way when they curl up in at the feet of their respective hollow statues Only then do we know the capacity of despair they often come out at night Suddenly illuminated by a lonely light illegible clinging to frosted glass Face Finally, they slip through the narrow gate dusty hold the key to loneliness