歌词语境宇宙
We can't talk about old days everytime our children'll play
What kind of memories becomes of such a melancholy day
You've got a face a soul a name
We can't talk about old days everytime our children'll play
What kind of memories becomes of such a melancholy day
You've got a face a soul a name
We can't talk about old days everytime our children'll play
What kind of memories becomes of such a melancholy day
You've got a face a soul a name
We can't talk about old days everytime our children'll play
What kind of memories becomes of such a melancholy day
You've got a face a soul a name