a still heart But I can't stand being alone Still on my neck, the breath of the dead Even at blood and bone I can tolerate a still heart But I can't
his chin Lives spent in wet cement underneath his skin Still on my neck the breath of the dead Even as blood and bone I can tolerate a still heart But
译文: 克里夏季. 不过心.
by his chin Lives spent in wet cement underneath his skin Still on my neck the breath of the dead Even as blood and bone I can tolerate a still heart
