it be nice, if I could mealt myself like ice or Outrun my skin just to be pure" Oh fragile flame Sometimes I feel the same James reach, jewel
Пераклад: Каштоўнасць. Крохкае полымя.
from preconceived ideas Isolated, hibernating Sleeping through the age of man Darkest hour before the dawn Patiently, silently Hanging on a single hope Clinging to a fragile
