But little by little, amber starts to shine
Neither melts nor petrifies
As my world is basked in pulsing lights
--In your mystical luminescence.
The words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what'... More
But little by little, amber starts to shine
Neither melts nor petrifies
As my world is basked in pulsing lights
--In your mystical luminescence.