When the night gets a little quieter,
And the stars become more melancholy,
I will tell you how much my heart has thought of you.
When the birds lay soft for the night,
And even the bats lull themselves to sleep,
I will tell you how much I have dreamt about you.
The world is vast and the sky impossibly endless.
The seas are still mysteries and even people still hold ancient secrets.
But I will try so hard to make my distant lands within reach.
Just for you.
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 11:58 PM UTC
When the night gets a little quieter,
And the stars become more melancholy,
I will tell you how much my heart has thought of you.
When the birds lay soft for the night,
And even the bats lull themselves to sleep,
I will tell you how much I have dreamt about you.
The world is vast and the sky impossibly endless.
The seas are still mysteries and even people still hold ancient secrets.
But I will try so hard to make my distant lands within reach.
Just for you.
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