It's tough to see the wind
Faceless, endless.
She's so pretty, when in the world
There is and is not. One and two.
People rely too much on their eyes, insisting that what cannot be seen must not exist.
It's tough to see the wind
Faceless, endless.
She's so pretty, when in the world
There is and is not. One and two.
People rely too much on their eyes, insisting that what cannot be seen must not exist.