LRC歌词
Softly along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew,
Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
His drowsy flock streams on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beam leans low
On Nod th
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew,
Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
His drowsy flock streams on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beam leans low
On Nod th
文本歌词
Softly along the road of evening,In a twilight dim with rose,Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew,Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.His drowsy flock streams on before him,Their fleeces charged with gold,To where the sun's last beam leans lowOn Nod th
