Quoted By:
In a far and endless night, she showers you with flowers, whiter than the dancing ashes.
The moon wanes and revolves
you keep neglecting your heart.
And you surrender yourself.
This voice will reach you at the depths, even in a crumbling world.
Your heart may burn with yearning, the wounds and tears may not disappear.
But hang on to this warped affection, and be painted in the whitest white.
