Lonely Spring - it still is what it is

In the organizer's words:

It is what it is till it is what it isn't!

Time leaves its mark and heals all wounds, but the scars remain.
the scars remain. Too much has happened and too much
already experienced. Too much has been seen and too many have left. Too
too much risked and too much lost. Life is black cigarette smoke
cigarette smoke in the innocent, unsuspecting lungs of youth
youth and naivety. The head is numbed by the intoxication of the
of the many lights of the passing moments and the heart serves
ignorantly serves as an ashtray for the frail souls
of those who are brave enough to love.
You wander through the night and the city and everything feels a little
strange. As soon as you look around these streets like
trenches, memories pop into your head, wrapped in sweet melancholy.
in sweet melancholy. No matter where your thoughts take you, they
do not lead you to your destination. You long for a moment
to emerge from the whirlpool that hurls you through life
a short breath of relief, even if it doesn't change anything.
So you walk down the stairs into a glittering
vault and realize how, for just one night, you can force the sadness
to be absent for just one night. So you place yourself in the
center of the action, becoming one with the euphoria that surrounds you
surrounding you and you dance. You just want to dance.
That's the spirit that drives LONELY SPRING. LONELY
SPRING do not want to offer absolute solutions to all the
questions that plague them and their audience, but they do
open up a momentum for the misfits out there, where they can
can recharge their batteries together for a short time.