Dec 2021
If, all the trees would bend,
carve out your path.
All the plates may break,
but not my heart.
You will be in my arms,
until the fall.
And when it's dark at night,
you'll hear my call.
carve out your path.
All the plates may break,
but not my heart.
You will be in my arms,
until the fall.
And when it's dark at night,
you'll hear my call.
