i think that when we die, we slowly evaporate into tiny pieces of dust and float into the clouds where we rest and sparkle. and when we cry it rains and when we laugh it shines. and when we dont know how to feel mist decends and covers their eyes
i think that when we die, we slowly evaporate into tiny pieces of dust and float into the clouds where we rest and sparkle. and when we cry it rains and when we laugh it shines. and when we dont know how to feel mist decends and covers their eyes
