Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.
Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.
LOGIN
SIGNUP
We use cookies to make sure you can have the best experience on our website. If you continue to use this site we assume that you will be happy with it. OK
Chapter 782
Chapter 811