#ningt

Wet night too Frangipani blooms restlessly bowed Strands in a different message Greet each tomb The night was washed cold Then cross the wind in the wind Also, I counted one countless Washed night restless

I wrote it again About miss About hate About yourself About dead souls Spell one after another Glazed figures Dim and dark I am the night And on the wind I gave want Lean on your fear Because there The