When I cry,
My life murmurs in red.
*
In the recital there are some mistakes.
We all make mud of our music sometimes.
*
His hair is silvered like song,
And he seizes me in my depths.
When I cry,
My life murmurs in red.
*
In the recital there are some mistakes.
We all make mud of our music sometimes.
*
His hair is silvered like song,
And he seizes me in my depths.
Miniature Moon 