Iris کے بول

There is nothing to hang another life. There is nothing for your next life. "could i have some toxic candies ? Why must be a honest... To wear a something new feeling ? " Ah... Do you want to be lost in wondar land Above oneself... Want less... Above lying... Want less... To learn a experience severe pain. To learn a wakeful night Her archaic smile. Swelling bud is a scab of the sun Hear ye, hear ye. The moon light drops unreasoningly a sore. Have a scar without the eye Ride on the baroque star Because of the light As abnormal anxiety.