Through heavy storms
I seek you...
I didn't want to
Believe me, i tried hard not to...
Was i dreaming
When I first saw you...
I may have been a pain,
in the head...
Gentle is the breeze,
the scent of sunflowers and jasmine whiff through...
Why act like you care?
Oh, the hurt you could bring...
Why act like you care?
Oh, the hurt you could bring...
I loved a man
named after Charles Bukowski...
No matter I find or not,
but yes I know...
I once held a coin in the palm of my hands
And with a pair of eager eyes, I set my wishes...
Endless summer
Broken mind...
Me without you is like.
Summer without the sun...