The intention is clear, I stare.... with this left hand, unable to be worded Everytime I bleed, there lies a reason to live.... And I discover words being so vivid and bright
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
kodou_'s journal
