I know, there is no place for a fickle people like me
who painted their thorns beautifully to feel the comfort of no turning back.
And the only thing I remember is the wild wood where I tracing each constellations and searching for your footsteps.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
I know, there is no place for a fickle people like me
who painted their thorns beautifully to feel the comfort of no turning back.
And the only thing I remember is the wild wood where I tracing each constellations and searching for your footsteps.
