Every year we writeA bookIn which every memoryHas a chapter& then there areThose blank spacesOnce soaked with tears.Come, let's go backTo redefineThat emptiness into Colourful cheers. - Auldrin
Every year we writeA bookIn which every memoryHas a chapter& then there areThose blank spacesOnce soaked with tears.Come, let's go backTo redefineThat emptiness into Colourful cheers.
- Auldrin