CaptainXDangerous

The pressed flower recalls memories in the evening sky To that time, when I would count on my fingers, the days until we met. In the good ol' days of clear blue skies the broken dream and To my sorrow, the endless evidence of my crime, One night voiceless is Spring. Drowining in the evening, when it was still cold I saw the early blossoming cherry blossoms And there she stood underneath them, but that's an old story. In those days she was lovely and so very beautiful And yet something about her face seemed sad, You see, she was hiding the tears of the dusk behind that long hair This place reflects you and even the many things

The pressed flower recalls memories in the evening sky To that time, when I would count on my fingers, the days until we met. In the good ol' days of clear blue skies the broken dream and To my sorrow, the endless evidence of my crime, One night voiceless is Spring. Drowning in the evening, when it was still cold I saw the early blossoming cherry blossoms And there she stood underneath them, but that's an old story. In those days she was lovely and so very beautiful And yet something about her face seemed sad, You see, she was hiding the tears of the dusk behind that long hair This place reflects you and even the many things I

The pressed flower recalls memories in the evening sky To that time, when I would count on my fingers, the days until we met. In the good old days of clear blue skies the broken dream and To my sorrow, the endless evidence of my crime, One night voiceless is Spring. Drowning in the evening, when it was still cold I saw the early blossoming cherry blossoms And there she stood underneath them, but that's an old story. In those days she was lovely and so very beautiful And yet something about her face seemed sad, You see, she was hiding the tears of the dusk behind that long hair This place reflects you and even the many things I