Apr 2019
It is you who I blindly follow
For every kiss, we have made,
Tastes like blood and mint
With the bitter decay of a lotus heart,
Just as spoiled as a cup of
Pu-erh.
For every kiss, we have made,
Tastes like blood and mint
With the bitter decay of a lotus heart,
Just as spoiled as a cup of
Pu-erh.
how do i title things
