“Setting suns always seem sad, beautiful but tragic in their way. It's another goodbye, a farewell to a day that can never be relived, never be recaptured. It's gone forever, lost in imperfect memories of what might have been.” — Dmytry Karpov Copy Share Image
“She opened herself to him, and, in that moment, she opened herself to the world. Let it hurt her. Let it burn her veins,… — Dmytry Karpov Copy Share Image
“Setting suns always seem sad, beautiful but tragic in their way. It's another goodbye, a farewell to a day that can never be relived,… — Dmytry Karpov Copy Share Image
