Sakura
There is a pinch of your lands in Piazza Pradavàl.
A beautiful yet cruel memento of how far you are from here.
Sakura for my muse.
Poor reflection of your blinding glare with which you set my soul on fire.
There is a pinch of your lands in Piazza Pradavàl.
A beautiful yet cruel memento of how far you are from here.
Sakura for my muse.
Poor reflection of your blinding glare with which you set my soul on fire.