[ Elle ne vit pas, elle fuit dans la brume.
Elle sourit dans la brume qui ne se dissipe jamais. ]
By Henri Cartier-Bresson.
I wanna sometimes take your hand
And walk away from all...
But I know you won’t be there,
You’re leaving, and I can’t ask you to stay,
I’m so afraid, and the darkness is staring at me,
Look and find the way, the way to be.
cool photo !