Jan 2016
It is a sin to think about you.
It is unreachable just like the touch of the sun.
I walk with this cold, but this dream keeps me warm.
If there is a Nirvana, I hope it is in your hands.
It is unreachable just like the touch of the sun.
I walk with this cold, but this dream keeps me warm.
If there is a Nirvana, I hope it is in your hands.
