then I'm dying when your back goes away. and in the west of the horizon, I have never seen a twilight in the dark.
When the dusk is orange, you're just too happy to remember the wounds, like going away who forgot the way home.
then I'm dying when your back goes away. and in the west of the horizon, I have never seen a twilight in the dark.
When the dusk is orange, you're just too happy to remember the wounds, like going away who forgot the way home.