Tired of.
A black-hooded person,
Standing next to the maple tree,
Holding the scythe in his hand,
Slowly approaching to me.
Tears fall to the ground,
Hoping for some peace.
He...
Standing next to the maple tree,
Holding the scythe in his hand,
Slowly approaching to me.
Tears fall to the ground,
Hoping for some peace.
He...