The Precious The Precious

The Library of? The Library of?

Illusions Illusions

While I go to record The desires of my heart They turn into senseless scribblings While I go to record The desires of my heart They turn into senseless scribblin...

I always loved him From the bottom of my heart I always loved him From the bottom of my heart

Take those delicate roses blood-red; Take those delicate roses blood-red;