Pink ribbons floating above the sky every day as I step outside and my eyes try to adjust to the bright yellow sun. So many years have passed; but the sound of your laughter is louder and deeper than ever, that silky black hair blowing tenderly against my face.
Pink ribbons floating above the sky every day as I step outside and my eyes try to adjust to the bright yellow sun. So many years have passed; but the sound of your laughter is louder and deeper than ever, that silky black hair blowing tenderly against my face.