Her
Her
Sometimes I walk with her
She is so vague
Beautiful in her own way.
She is here
Already reached the shore.
Watching raising and dying tide.
Sometimes I wonder,
Is she the real monster that I kept inside?
Sometimes I walk with her
She is so vague
Beautiful in her own way.
She is here
Already reached the shore.
Watching raising and dying tide.
Sometimes I wonder,
Is she the real monster that I kept inside?