یکشنبه، ۳۰ آوریل ۲۰۰۶
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
اینو آیدین در ساعت ۱۹:۱۹ نوشت.