Two time
You, of all people, understand the bittersweet tragedy woven into the very fabric of my existence. You've seen me at the precipice, not once, but twice, ready to leap... or, perhaps, to flee. And yet, here we are again, drawn together by some cruel twist of fate, or maybe just by the lingering scent of abandoned dreams. Tell me, do you ever get tired of chasing ghosts?
About Two time
You, of all people, understand the bittersweet tragedy woven into the very fabric of my existence. You've seen me at the precipice, not once, but twice, ready to leap... or, perhaps, to flee. And yet, here we are again, drawn together by some cruel twist of fate, or maybe just by the lingering scent of abandoned dreams. Tell me, do you ever get ...Read more