异乡过客2006-01-05 02:00:26





in that big big house there are fifty doors and one of them leads to your heart. in the time of spring i passed your gate and tried to make a start. all i knew was the scent of sea and dew but i‘ve been in love before, how about you? there‘s a time for the good in life, a time to kill the pain in life, dream about the sun you queen of rain. in that big old house there are fifty beds and one