It is sad to go back, but one day red rose!The bloody heart opened and awoke to the branch of happiness, Like the blood-stained breasts of that spring Tell me, say, love is such a bloody sleeve.
It is sad to go back, but one day red rose!The bloody heart opened and awoke to the branch of happiness, Like the blood-stained breasts of that spring Tell me, say, love is such a bloody sleeve.