For the nights we have yet to face...
The nights had always been dark, wonder when these eyes became the same,
everything was just like the picture on the wall, and sometimes, the frame either breaks or decay.
It was like that time, when the moonlit skies along with starry lies, came,
defied the sun, that...
everything was just like the picture on the wall, and sometimes, the frame either breaks or decay.
It was like that time, when the moonlit skies along with starry lies, came,
defied the sun, that...