How many pieces of my soul have I left behind the tree on were we used to sit? Is there any shard of my tears in those hands or is there any shard of our dreams?
Broken hands and useless eyes of yours… Learn a little.
Hear me sing, hear me cry, hear me shyly. See me smile on the verge of our existence. Learn of life.
Broken hands and useless eyes of yours… Learn a little.
Hear me sing, hear me cry, hear me shyly. See me smile on the verge of our existence. Learn of life.
