Fallen into the emptiness
The river source is still unknown, alone and silent
At a solitary solemn day
These meadows are shrouded under grey cold dust
How could you sear our empire?
GIRLS
de Island
Fallen into the emptiness
The river source is still unknown, alone and silent
At a solitary solemn day
These meadows are shrouded under grey cold dust
How could you sear our empire?
