2018.11.27.
Nights Now
Night, just like getting wet in chilly beachesAlone, and beautiful
A lost breeze (breath)
On my skin
Just like a song that never gets old
At the most unpredictable
Time
Draws you after itself
Did they say it's hard?
How easy it is to say
It sounds hard
To give up the fight against autumn in your absence
In the face of a dream
I touched your voice
Nights, now
Are blowing fire!
Night, just like getting wet in chilly beaches
Alone, and beautiful
A lost breeze (breath)
On my skin
Just like a song that never gets old
At the most unpredictable
Time
Draws you after itself
Night, just like getting wet in chilly beaches
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