itwasmusicmadeoflaughter

When Joanna loved me every town was Paris And every day was Sunday Every month was May When Joanna loved me every sound was music It was music made of laughter Laughter that was bright and gay But when Joanna left me May became December But even in Decemb . . . 阅读详情

When Joanna loved me every town was Paris And every day was Sunday Every month was May When Joanna loved me every sound was music It was music made of laughter Laughter that was bright and gay But when Joanna left me May became December But even in Decemb . . . 阅读详情