White summer So far I have gone to see you again Hiding your face in the palm of your hands Finding solace in the words I do despise You snatch at every
: White summer. So far I have gone to see you again. Hiding your face in the palm of your hands. Finding solace in the words I do despise. You snatch
White summer. So far I have gone to see you again. Hiding your face in the palm of your hands. Finding solace in the words I do despise. You snatch at
