[14] - monday's child.

「 rises the wind. 」

everything has changed, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ/ᴇᴅ ꜱʜᴇᴇʀᴀɴ, 00.56

october fifth, you loved me,

nineteenth, you were mine.

twenty-seventh, our first year gone by;

it's november, i love you,

and i know you know why.