So this is the sound
Without you around,
How cold this corner,
I'm crying for your warmth.
How empty is the sunset
How the waters cry on the beach,
The sadness of the howling breeze,
Without you, it turns out to be
Like this.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
So this is the sound
Without you around,
How cold this corner,
I'm crying for your warmth.
How empty is the sunset
How the waters cry on the beach,
The sadness of the howling breeze,
Without you, it turns out to be
Like this.
I can't express it really well but I am longing for someone
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