Blue Dove

The days fly by, flying into the past, and in this flickering it is so difficult to see your happiness and one day get off at an unfamiliar stop. The days fly by, flying into the past, and in this flickering it is so difficult to see your happiness and one day get off at an unfamiliar stop. The days fly by, flying into the past, and in this flickering it is so difficult to see your happiness and one day get off at an unfamiliar stop. The days fly by, flying into the past, and in this flickering it is so difficult to see your happiness and one day get off at an unfamiliar stop.