// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
Where the all young dreamers lay, with the winds that won't tore them apart,
Speak louder so they can't hear the silence instead, turmoils and echos around my rigorous head,
Protect my February scars and melt with my memories..
Drops of syllhouettes depicted through red evening tone, inspite of greyness taken by crowds and life,
And tides are still the same as they were, fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
She shines in her glory so bright, for those who deny it, to make it visible,
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
Where the all young dreamers lay, with the winds that won't tore them apart,
Speak louder so they can't hear the silence instead, turmoils and echos around my rigorous head,
Protect my February scars and melt with my memories..
Drops of syllhouettes depicted through red evening tone, inspite of greyness taken by crowds and life,
And tides are still the same as they were, fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
She shines in her glory so bright, for those who deny it, to make it visible,