Like a white rose trickling down the spiky thrones of your pas | Spill The Beans
Like a white rose trickling down the spiky thrones of your past, you could hear the hush voices of the betrayals, the heartbreak, the dying laughter in the cold,
But you also hear the smiles, the heart-warming words, the tight hugs,
And you say to yourself. I wouldn't have it any other way.
-Bloom white rose-
