Mar 2019
When the sun hits my window at 6 am
Flowers grow
Birds fly in the air
when I don’t need to borrow his jacket no more
Sweet and soft songs start hitting me slow
Long time no see spring, make yourself at home.
Flowers grow
Birds fly in the air
when I don’t need to borrow his jacket no more
Sweet and soft songs start hitting me slow
Long time no see spring, make yourself at home.
I’m so happy that it’s starting to get warm again :)
