In the dark cold night
I see the flames
Emitting from
the memories I burnt
And for the moment
It soothes my soul
But then the leftover ashes
Hit me to the core, again
And I wonder
If they could ever be dead?
In the dark cold night
I see the flames
Emitting from
the memories I burnt
And for the moment
It soothes my soul
But then the leftover ashes
Hit me to the core, again
And I wonder
If they could ever be dead?