They, say. Wrong information can break you, but still building. I hate you, steel heart.
Hymm in the coast, seing the fall, seing you set. Dancing the wind, following your thrust.
Wishing you luck, clearer mind. Don't shutter my lungs, be mine always.
Bearer, why are you mad? I am here, again. Push me away, pull me to him. Sorry to say, he is mine till end.
Sneak peek: sailing to the sand(Costal Modin Series 11)
