Troye, Shine
[ Home ]The way up to find you is troublesome
Roaming all the pains while the day is dead
Odyssey was above the ocean waiting for winds come
Yelling all the night before the sky becomes tired
Encharging sympathy for the sun on solid sand
She never gets bored on chasing midnight
He was all alone in still time
I confessed for never get tired to be alive
Never said anything about my crime, that
Endless love will be given all my life
If life is about timing, then what timing is about