weighing what he means to me In the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain And the ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves Wrote
hand weighing what he means to me In the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain And ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves Wrote
Bản dịch: Summer, Donna. Whispering Waves.
