Luyện nghe bài hát An Orchid For My Withering Garden

Still of spring's shining meadows and the myriads of flowers,
we shut our eyes to the and fell asleep
...and oblivion erased our memories of and blinded our eyes.
Overwhelming the days, as autumn embraced
the land of zephyr kissed the sky passion...
But more we remembered the perfume
of a long spring and summer's caress
like a candle in the wind, leaving a legacy of gold...
...and still we slumbered - and forlorn...
But for the sleepless who perceive, a blossom's
be a monument of those long faded summers
and bears the seed of a new
...and those will no mourning as fall
grands a farewell kiss in the orchid-fileds
because their gardens will everlasting...