The darkest moments. Our oil running out Our lanterns gone dim. Our touches we set ablaze All quenched out. When we thought all hopes were gone. We saw the rays...
Like a stream flowing Progressing and changing its tides, Not stereotyped, Unwilling to recede. Hoping for other streams to coincide In order to form oceans.. Just like a tree and...
Like a stream flowing Progressing and changing its tides, Not stereotyped, Unwilling to recede. Hoping for other streams to coincide In order to form oceans.. Just like a tree and...