Aug 2021
When love dies
And all is drenched in red
When the vultures get closer
And black roses are in bloom
You can hear the cries of all that is young
And the old weep in silence
And all is drenched in red
When the vultures get closer
And black roses are in bloom
You can hear the cries of all that is young
And the old weep in silence
I don't know what I'm writing at times...
