When the sun is blotched out from the sky, the black clouds red from the fires raging on the earth below, we will somehow miss the way things used to be, and wish that instead of continuing to work we had actually done something to stop what seems to be inevitable
When the sun is blotched out from the sky, the black clouds red from the fires raging on the earth below, we will somehow miss the way things used to be, and wish that instead of continuing to work we had actually done something to stop what seems to be inevitable