João Victor
"Slipping through our fingers, like the sands of time,
Promises made, every memory saved as reflections in my mind. Feelings untold, they will never be sold, and the secret's safe with me."
"Slipping through our fingers, like the sands of time,
Promises made, every memory saved as reflections in my mind. Feelings untold, they will never be sold, and the secret's safe with me."