Sweet potraits of euphoria exudes across the empty room,
deriding ample nightmares that embraces sleepless nights.
Shine. Shine along with the fragile stars that quide you.
Tranquil. Sleep.
Will you weave a medieval guardian for me too?
Sweet potraits of euphoria exudes across the empty room,
deriding ample nightmares that embraces sleepless nights.
Shine. Shine along with the fragile stars that quide you.
Tranquil. Sleep.
Will you weave a medieval guardian for me too?