In a time of quietness, I reflect on childhood memories Caught wisping through my mind Falling leaves create the stage Words spoken were not cherished
In a time of quietness I reflect on childhood memories Caught wisping through my mind Falling leaves create the stage Words spoken were not cherished
Превод: Зао. Јесен Збогом.
: In a time of quietness I reflect on childhood memories Caught wisping through my mind Falling leaves create the stage Words spoken were not cherished
