Dernière sortie
Sadness is a flower
Morning. 3 o' clock. My throat is burnt with so many sad tomorrows. He asks what color are your eyes. They are the color of sadness, I answer. The color of abandoned flowers.
Morning. 3 o' clock. My throat is burnt with so many sad tomorrows. He asks what color are your eyes. They are the color of sadness, I answer. The color of abandoned flowers.
