See my hand is moving Touching all that's real And once it stroked love's body Now it claws the past The scent of a flower The colors of the morning
See my hand is trembling touching all that's real Once it stroked love's body now it claws the past. The scent of a flower, The colours of the morning
翻訳: 起源. 夕暮れ[デモ版].
翻訳: 起源. 夕暮れ.
: See my hand is trembling touching all that's real Once it stroked love's body now it claws the past. The scent of a flower, The colours of the
See my hand is trembling touching all that's real Once it stroked love's body now it claws the past. The scent of a flower, The colours of the
