Imperfection, Indifference.
When the bridge we built is burnt,
the words we use become weapons,
the heart we have hardens like a freezing ice,
what would you do?
When the bridge we built is burnt,
the words we use become weapons,
the heart we have hardens like a freezing ice,
what would you do?
Dear Whoever,
15:37
"There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words."