There's nothing I can really own,
I ache at something that wasn't mine; no memories to recollect and no sound of voice that I could memorize, not even a light could stay within.
And even the sky changes its color, it doesn't even own the stars.
Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC
There's nothing I can really own,
I ache at something that wasn't mine; no memories to recollect and no sound of voice that I could memorize, not even a light could stay within.
And even the sky changes its color, it doesn't even own the stars.
