All the translations have been set aside. There is no one left to interogate. And the rain knows what it did. So why caress at all if not to remember who you meant to be? If not to forget everything else. Even an alibi.
All the translations have been set aside. There is no one left to interogate. And the rain knows what it did. So why caress at all if not to remember who you meant to be? If not to forget everything else. Even an alibi.
