Under the quilt of secrecy,
I desire to outcry all bruises of the day.
To paint the relics of my past on the walls of loneliness,
I hold the bristles of my eyelashes.
A room, a tear, and a wish!
Under the quilt of secrecy,
I desire to outcry all bruises of the day.
To paint the relics of my past on the walls of loneliness,
I hold the bristles of my eyelashes.
A room, a tear, and a wish!
