THE FOGGY
In this swaying foggy disturbance
I triggered with the puzzle of suspense
Nor I can blow the stone wind in it
Not even I mourn with my instinct.
Where should I swing to the left to the right
Or I...
I triggered with the puzzle of suspense
Nor I can blow the stone wind in it
Not even I mourn with my instinct.
Where should I swing to the left to the right
Or I...