Today, I turn 25. Dang,
where has the time gone.
old
The dust builds every single day.
It is new to you – something strange.
Sometimes, we must all get together.
Where were you in 95’?
Today, I turn 25. Dang,
where has the time gone.
The dust builds every single day.
It is new to you – something strange.
Sometimes, we must all get together.
Where were you in 95’?
