Discordant chorus, cicada, and crickets sing, but from different books.
Her eyes are full of ghosts, her mind, a broken mirror, without reflexion.
I loved you before, I’m sure I’ll love you again, but just not today.

Discordant chorus, cicada, and crickets sing, but from different books.
Her eyes are full of ghosts, her mind, a broken mirror, without reflexion.
I loved you before, I’m sure I’ll love you again, but just not today.