Written underneathe open showers and bleeding skies. // It was fun writing this story.\\
without love we thing that their is no life but when we love we end our life ourself
I remembered, when the sky was in a shaded of vermilion of a friend I used to know...who gave me a priceless jewel. But then, as time went by, we'vegone our seperate ways. To pursue our dreams, never to turn back. And now, here I am standing in...
He’s on the driver’s seat
Cigarette...