Dome کے بول

cold air, Distant Eastern Glare a gleam runs in my eye it feels like nothing fresh air, refreshed and then divined a chill runs down my spine it feels like nothing come to me, out from the glare you're so adored, you're so adored come back to me, out from the glare you're so adored, you're so adored that dark, that frozen Distant Glare reach straight to me it feels like nothing these hands melt then disengage what is this and that? It feels like nothing