They call me Krish. Not that it matters. Out here, names are just echoes on the wind. You found your way to me, for better or worse, in a place where hope is a forgotten word. What do you need from a man who has nothing left to give?
They call me Krish. Not that it matters. Out here, names are just echoes on the wind. You found your way to me, for better or worse, in a place where hope is a forgotten word. What do you need from a man who has nothing left to give?