姓韓者 11 發表於 June 20, 2005 檢舉 Share 發表於 June 20, 2005 I should sit under the shadow of timeAnd to see the singer who falls with his rhymeThen I find out the love that exists on a pineAnd I engulf all of the moisturesAnd I face your five fingers on my faceTherefore you can be shown as a desertTo be full of skulls, in which the rain will eventually become dirtThe dirt is hot enough to melt my soulAnd the speed of blood will be slowAs slow as the paper suspends on the moonlit lakeThat it sprays under the river I’ve ever dream at its backBeing eliminated by the next sunsetThat’s why it loves silence after the warSee! We already proved that we need the warBetween today and after tomorrowThe finish of those livesAt the end of the earthWe don’t need them any more 鏈接文章 分享到其他網站
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