Jun 2017
If you rise
You must die.
What if I'm dead,
Will someone read?
Countless winds,
Dreamy nights.
Roomy tents
Fire lights.
She exists,
I got my prize.
For what is death if not the reflection of life?
You must die.
What if I'm dead,
Will someone read?
Countless winds,
Dreamy nights.
Roomy tents
Fire lights.
She exists,
I got my prize.
For what is death if not the reflection of life?
