Neither the flowers on the hill Or the moonlight on the sea Have ever looked so blue And everything looks new again In that old familiar way The view
Neither the flowers on the hill or the moonlight on the sea Have ever looked so blue And everything looks new again In that old familiar way The view
译文: 蒙特利尔. 旧熟悉的方式.
: Neither the flowers on the hill or the moonlight on the sea Have ever looked so blue And everything looks new again In that old familiar way The view