Autumn depression Melody trance remix 2025

A rainy autumn evening. The last bus has departed. The sky falls on my shoulders like an unsolved Riddle. A strange version, this is Depression. No mood Even to dream. However, inversion, a Terrible session. No pleasure Even to cry. The Night is not ready for separation. Blowing down the leaves with the wind. So it dies of boredom, a brush with gray Paint. A strange version, this is Depression. No mood Even to dream. However, inversion of a terrible Session. No pleasure Even to cry. Why die without being born? Someone on trolleybus will say, But I won't pray. Let Heaven show God. A strange version, this is Depression. No mood Even to dream. However, Inversion, a terrible session. No pleasure Even to cry.