
I tried to start from my comrade’s dreams… and the story ended up here.

I tried to start from my comrade’s dreams… and the story ended up here.

You can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re fine. They’re good.

You can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re fine. They’re good.

They kept carving little scratches all over my heart… look what kind of creature i’ve turned into now

They kept carving little scratches all over my heart… look what kind of creature i’ve turned into now

I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.

I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.
