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The silhouette is growing whiter
Like cold wind passes through the darkness
The voice that rings in my ear like a spell
Blinds my eyes, the truth disperses
-Devil, Wonho
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The silhouette is growing whiter
Like cold wind passes through the darkness
The voice that rings in my ear like a spell
Blinds my eyes, the truth disperses
-Devil, Wonho
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top