everyone sees colour differently.
every birdsong sounds new to the next.
no breeze will ever run across your skin the way it did last time.
this is always going to be the first, and the last, time.
and it will never be this beautiful
again.
every birdsong sounds new to the next.
no breeze will ever run across your skin the way it did last time.
this is always going to be the first, and the last, time.
and it will never be this beautiful
again.