you hold the son in your arms while he bled to death he grew so pale next to you the world is so pale next to you your hair is coxcomb red your eyes
the broken times self-confidence must be it's obviously selfish to preserve, selfish to pursue i guess it's the proper way to go on to loving begin with
blue news in the heart you are the one red sister star you are the flash across the water one red sister star black has marked the distance black
