Winston Raymond Sia
If our paths cross again someday, let it be like the first time we met — pure, calm, and without the weight of the past. And this time, if we pass by each other, let our souls finally rest… before your heart belongs to someone else. Because once, it belonged to me.
About Winston Raymond Sia
If our paths cross again someday, let it be like the first time we met — pure, calm, and without the weight of the past. And this time, if we pass by each other, let our souls finally rest… before your heart belongs to someone else. Because once, it belonged to me.