必死
...If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
I'd climb inside the skies to be with you...
-- Norah jones, painter song.
why, i'll go over yours with whitewash. and then with another layer. till your memories are gone.
starting from the very first time i saw you, leaning against that pillar with that look on your face.
And could paint a memory
I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
I'd climb inside the skies to be with you...
-- Norah jones, painter song.
why, i'll go over yours with whitewash. and then with another layer. till your memories are gone.
starting from the very first time i saw you, leaning against that pillar with that look on your face.
