The feminine human crushed me, once.
All that is left of my world is grey, and those immortal clouds that never cease their rain.
Their presence is bound to me as long as I remain broken.
I hope every day for a new sun to rise from the endless horizon, the sun I will never see.
A distant hope arises however, when I see that one girl.
Will the feminine crush me again? I cannot know.
All that is left of my world is grey, and those immortal clouds that never cease their rain.
Their presence is bound to me as long as I remain broken.
I hope every day for a new sun to rise from the endless horizon, the sun I will never see.
A distant hope arises however, when I see that one girl.
Will the feminine crush me again? I cannot know.