It’s 4 a.m. Under the stars Amassing my torn cloth of life, Sewing it with the thread of cold breeze, Embroidering our constellation, To make my life, A piece of perfection
It’s 4 a.m. Under the stars Amassing my torn cloth of life, Sewing it with the thread of cold breeze, Embroidering our constellation, To make my life, A piece of perfection
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