Feeling the softness. Hypnotized by the shadow of my imagination. Forgotten, but forgiven. The roses of a forbidden love, the tears of a forsaken angel. The white big wings on your back. I'm so sure you taste like cold and warm, don't you?
This is so unfair, of course I can do whatever I want. Of course I care. A silent night with stars. Sleeping in my room, I recall my walls. I can't see the stars but it wouldn't be that delightful see them without you.
