love is always a question mark to me,
is it just like a wave without a shore?
Or it is just a hidden curly cloud of thunder.
The day was ending, the rain had concluded,
and the clouds were disappearing.
I walk alone on this gloomy and terrifying lane
I cringe to sensation,
is there even an end?
love is always a question mark to me,
is it just like a wave without a shore?
Or it is just a hidden curly cloud of thunder.
The day was ending, the rain had concluded,
and the clouds were disappearing.
I walk alone on this gloomy and terrifying lane
I cringe to sensation,
is there even an end?