“Float on to the painted sky / where dreams will be unified / as I’m swept inside… / Hold on to the painted sky / where we will be unified / as I stand inside…
Where butterflies…never die….”
…Oh God, my Shadow-feels. ;A;
“Float on to the painted sky / where dreams will be unified / as I’m swept inside… / Hold on to the painted sky / where we will be unified / as I stand inside…
Where butterflies…never die….”
…Oh God, my Shadow-feels. ;A;
