(Source: cathikarp)

Measuring a summer’s day, I only finds it slips away to grey. The hours, they bring me pain.
Tangerine, Tangerine, living reflections from a dream. I was her love, she was my queen. And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to be, does she still remember times like these to think of us again? And I do.
Tangerine, Tangerine, living reflection from a dream. I was her love, she was my queen. And now a thousand years between.