Sep 2024
If the stars above could paint the vast, vivid realm
That seeks shelter in your eyes,
Would it be fair to decline?
Or perhaps, it was always meant for us
To wave goodbye at the end of time.
That seeks shelter in your eyes,
Would it be fair to decline?
Or perhaps, it was always meant for us
To wave goodbye at the end of time.
could get lost in your eyes forever.
