The novelist
Scripted words pasted in paper
The camera rolls for all it cares
To the yester years we remember always to forget
I want to write about us
Finding our destinies in the fiery hands of time
The laughter we divided like bread
The tears we swam in despite it's piercing cold
Shivering under the cold...
The camera rolls for all it cares
To the yester years we remember always to forget
I want to write about us
Finding our destinies in the fiery hands of time
The laughter we divided like bread
The tears we swam in despite it's piercing cold
Shivering under the cold...