Vassline Flowers In The Sand
Walked through the never of this state.
And the end is nearby.
Cause I could not talked to anyone.
Anyone I know.
This time I reached the shore.
But till now I'm not sure.
Lost in this, this bitter cold.
And I have no reason to wait.
And I could not looked at anyone.
Anyone I know.
Although you feel left out from world.
It's not the end.
There's another road ahead.
Still in this pouring rain,
like the flowers in the sand.
Remain.
Remain.
Remain.
Here.
