A field of pink tulips, as if in an ensemble, leaning towards each other, remind of the onset of heat and the wires of winter daysA field of pink tulips, as if in an ensemble, leaning towards each other, remind of the onset of heat and the wires of winter days
I don't know what you want me to do i don't know what i amI don't know what you want me to do I don't know what I am
Well, okay, it won't be necessary yet, and i am soWell, okay, it won't be necessary yet, and I am so