He always told me that he dreamed of me at night.The warmth of our hands under the pool waters during our schooldaysWhat was that heavy feeling that sunk deep into the pool that night?A love that was too short to call it first love and the story that redraws that moment piece by piece.
He always told me that he dreamed of me at night.The warmth of our hands under the pool waters during our schooldaysWhat was that heavy feeling that sunk deep into the pool that night?A love that was too short to call it first love and the story that redraws that moment piece by piece.
