Non Spes Sed Promissio
When this snow melts,
My feelings will go with it too, I promise.
The soil will drink up all my tears
And turn them into new joys,
Although they might be dry
When clouds stop matching the colour of the sky,
The trees will take the burden off my throat;
The urge to scream will...
My feelings will go with it too, I promise.
The soil will drink up all my tears
And turn them into new joys,
Although they might be dry
When clouds stop matching the colour of the sky,
The trees will take the burden off my throat;
The urge to scream will...