26 novembre 2011

In addition to that wire blue eyes you alone

I do not know when you have learned how to silence A prestige sorrow quietly daze Time rings going round and round The wind blows the broad field of wind blowing over the towering mountain In the fields of crop stubble and crop One day you go out In addition to that wire blue eyes you alone Turn over numerous mountains over a number of river A person to bear the heart does not help Footprints all over the world Time has pass us by You are no longer young The wind blows your body Take away your tired Also took blue You... [Lire la suite]
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