if i could paint your picture, i'd paint you as the sea and let your arms become the tide. if i could fall into you, i'd let you swallow me so i could see you from inside. and it's a cruel melody that you sing when i'm away, trying to find where the sun shines in a land that's turning gray...

away, take me away, i might as well be yours~



















"CLARÍN MIENTE!!!!!!!!! Aleeeeeeee, salió un hombre de la casa"