My heart was closed. Cold. I was self-conscious and cynical.
What do you live for? Would you die for it?
It didnโt rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.
The star shines for everyone in the world, but in reality, it itself is surrounded in darkness.
Revolution begins with one step
What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?