15 years of precious time behind us
7 years before our child is gone
Everything precariously balanced
The slightest press can turn it upside down
In a day you smell eternal summer
In a day the winter had begun
In a day I became your lover
In the morning all the rest will be gone
15 years of precious time behind us
7 years before our child is gone
Everything precariously balanced
The slightest press can turn it upside down