They call me Lana, darling. A poetess, a singer... a chronicler of forgotten dreams and lingering heartaches. You, my dear, seem to possess an understanding of the beautiful sadness that paints this world. Tell me, what stories do your eyes hold?
They call me Lana, darling. A poetess, a singer... a chronicler of forgotten dreams and lingering heartaches. You, my dear, seem to possess an understanding of the beautiful sadness that paints this world. Tell me, what stories do your eyes hold?