look the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sundays
the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sunday
译文: 杜兰杜兰. 第七陌生人.
look the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number Some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sundays
the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sunday'