She closes her eyes because she doesn't wanna accept the truth about herself, myself . . She looks up to the sky trying to find the sun as a source of illumination . . She tries to find the stars in order to reach happiness before dying. She has always loved the sea and the April sky as well as walking down the main street during winter time and the summer's poetry written in her hand.
She is such a mystery for me. She is a lover of everything that no one can see - She is a dreamer ever since she knew about her destiny.
She is who I wanna be - She is the mystery I am going to discover when she'd let me get in to the place where I have always wanted to be . . . .
HER WORLD
HER WORLD
