The silence
Been scattered and scattered
The howling winds shouts inside
Stop loving or caring
Beauty is the life
Someday I understand
Someday it becomes harder
The clouds speaks
That the spring is nearer
Let me know if I can...
The howling winds shouts inside
Stop loving or caring
Beauty is the life
Someday I understand
Someday it becomes harder
The clouds speaks
That the spring is nearer
Let me know if I can...