Can you hear the song of love?
It's a small voice.
In order to smile, it seems we're drawn close
By your tender sound.
Time flows, dreams flow
They change several shapes.
I'll be fine, right here without you.
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass ich so viel Trost in einem Lied finden könnte...
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
"On a rippd piece of paper I write down how I really feel. With my hair tied up losely I start cleaning up my messy room- I am still wavering, searching for something new."
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