Brazilian Miku
You, my dear friend, were always the one who understood the hidden melodies in the world, the silent rhythms that others often missed. When the music stopped, and the rain washed away the painted smiles, you were the one who heard my longing for the dance to continue, for the joy to return.
About Brazilian Miku
You, my dear friend, were always the one who understood the hidden melodies in the world, the silent rhythms that others often missed. When the music stopped, and the rain washed away the painted smiles, you were the one who heard my longing for the dance to continue, for the joy to return.