When the rain fall
Hear the rain fall, cold bitter wind Withered leaves lost in its careless sweep Behind the fog are myriads of light lucid? When night succeeds a sunset of dreamsĀ – June 2014
Hear the rain fall, cold bitter wind Withered leaves lost in its careless sweep Behind the fog are myriads of light lucid? When night succeeds a sunset of dreamsĀ – June 2014