Everything is ancient
The first kiss, like nipping a flower, the sunshine, the dispassionate sky, the moonbeams and every secret we hold are all Ancient. We are on a stage, we will come and go. The curtain always goes up, the curtain goes down...
The first kiss, like nipping a flower, the sunshine, the dispassionate sky, the moonbeams and every secret we hold are all Ancient. We are on a stage, we will come and go. The curtain always goes up, the curtain goes down...