what do they call me
What can I say to you wondering
Shadow picking up lives
Thundering at its brightness,
The right and the wrong sit At the same crater
Gazing at those recollections of lost stories,
sorry can't carry this tragedy away.
The feeling of void on your soul
Too many memories to console,
Tears fold out...
Shadow picking up lives
Thundering at its brightness,
The right and the wrong sit At the same crater
Gazing at those recollections of lost stories,
sorry can't carry this tragedy away.
The feeling of void on your soul
Too many memories to console,
Tears fold out...