C+E
When i suck your fruit, it touches down to the fertile soil of loneliness.
Within the bag of darkness.
And I wait for a seed of love will sprout.
Sprout from the truth.
Sprout for the fruits of love.
When i suck your fruit, it touches down to the fertile soil of loneliness.
Within the bag of darkness.
And I wait for a seed of love will sprout.
Sprout from the truth.
Sprout for the fruits of love.