See my hand is moving Touching all that's real And once it stroked love's body Now it claws the past The scent of a flower The colors of the morning
See my hand is trembling touching all that's real Once it stroked love's body now it claws the past. The scent of a flower, The colours of the morning
译文: 创世纪. 黄昏[演示版].
译文: 创世纪. 黄昏.
: See my hand is trembling touching all that's real Once it stroked love's body now it claws the past. The scent of a flower, The colours of the
See my hand is trembling touching all that's real Once it stroked love's body now it claws the past. The scent of a flower, The colours of the
