withering seasons.
love is so easy, yet slips by just as quickly. when i brush past you with the coming wind, will you remember that i felt for you so ardently?
love is so easy, yet slips by just as quickly. when i brush past you with the coming wind, will you remember that i felt for you so ardently?
the world is a brilliant and grand place. welcome home.
whether dead or alive, i will always love you the most.
