歌词语境宇宙
I’m dreaming that raining in my garden I dream of the warm breeze as sweet as his singing in the summer
I open million doors to chase his eyes flying like a bird in the bright June sky
I might stand stones of thousand years ago I saw he sheds million tears
I’m dreaming that raining in my garden I dream of the warm breeze as sweet as his singing in the summer
I open million doors to chase his eyes flying like a bird in the bright June sky
I might stand stones of thousand years ago I saw he sheds million tears