There's something I wanted to tell you
I don't know how this'll sound...

Best friends are supposed to
stick to each other till the end...

I'm a hypocrite.
I attract dulled down, repressed, individualistic...

Late nights.
Cricket sounds...

Bleeding crimson
Array of multitudes...

I used to think love
was for fairy tales...

The Wind sings to the moon -
while Cold embraces the night...