Luyện nghe bài hát Epilogue

And as say, grief is only able to possess.
The rotting clad in ancient clothes
is left behind a wave of the hand.
I have away. The bed is cold and empty.
Trees bend their boughs the earth.
And nighttime float as black faces.
It was the reaching out through the mirror.
and scarred by life...
the luring eyes, you had seen.
You have more to find.
You have nothing to loose.
The cold drifts over the land.
They in the brown corners.
Some would for less.
The were all empty, asleep.
Long awaiting king.
Beckoning the bend.
the forest one would hear that I had been there.
Draped within a fate I not change,
and welcoming Winter's EPILOGUE.