fulyapnr: cheeks
fulyapnr: narcissus
fulyapnr: little hunter and his fan
fulyapnr: light this city lord
fulyapnr: let them go
fulyapnr: when that old river runs past your eyes to wash off the dirt on the riverside
fulyapnr: sitting on my big red chair
fulyapnr: so what if this world just throws me off the edge
fulyapnr: how did our eyes get so red
fulyapnr: cheeks again
fulyapnr: i could stand by the side and watch this life pass me by