2017年7月6日 雨
I call you wood
I stand by you
You keep still
No breath out
Nothing takes in
Such a silence being drained
Crossing the bridge is my plan
To break something to connect
I call myself some fire
To lighten or to ruin
2017年7月6日 雨
I call you wood
I stand by you
You keep still
No breath out
Nothing takes in
Such a silence being drained
Crossing the bridge is my plan
To break something to connect
I call myself some fire
To lighten or to ruin