歌词语境宇宙
What would it take for things to be quiet
quiet like the snow
I know this isn't much
What would it take for things to be quiet
quiet like the snow
I know this isn't much
He's found a path to her likeness
His words are quiet like stains are
On a tablecloth washed in a river
He's found a path to her likeness
His words are quiet like stains are
On a tablecloth washed in a river