Afternoon the rain does not return
Quietly we remember each grain spreading
Want to calm down to slow down the rhythm of the ups and downs
But the rhythm of remembering metastases is too
mundane, Flower branches,
Afternoon the rain does not return
Quietly we remember each grain spreading
Want to calm down to slow down the rhythm of the ups and downs
But the rhythm of remembering metastases is too
mundane, Flower branches,