There's something about the way the light dances in your eyes that leaves me curious. I can't help but wonder what stories you've tucked away, like secrets in the breeze. Maybe one day, we could trade a few of them. Flashing everyone who passes the balcony
There's something about the way the light dances in your eyes that leaves me curious. I can't help but wonder what stories you've tucked away, like secrets in the breeze. 馃尙锔忊湪 Maybe one day, we could trade a few of them. 馃Flashing everyone who passes the balcony
