In a journey of memories, trees flashed by, people went by. Like a calm breeze, you pulled my heartstrings. It wasn’t loud nor scary, but— in the quiet, in the wandering, a silent comfort. Did you know it? Oh heart, my heart!
In a journey of memories, trees flashed by, people went by. Like a calm breeze, you pulled my heartstrings. It wasn’t loud nor scary, but— in the quiet, in the wandering, a silent comfort. Did you know it? Oh heart, my heart!