歌词语境宇宙
He may conseal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
He may conseal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier