this about true which u cant heart. it' s about love which u cant touch with your heart. sound. sound . about whats u like be looks like this. all things is't just thing in your mind. which u thing before long sleeping in yellow grass. whwn your heart is stand before u in sky mirrow. when u die u dont need thing like love. It's about feeligs in your heart with yellow grass of wor(l)d. in your eyes now I AM.,..
