Luyện nghe bài hát Epilogue

And as say, grief is only able to possess.
The rotting clad in ancient clothes
is left with a wave of the hand.
I have away. The bed is cold and empty.
Trees their boughs toward the earth.
And nighttime birds as black faces.
It was the hand reaching out the mirror.
Unknown and by life...
the eyes, you had never seen.
You nothing more to find.
You have nothing to loose.
The season drifts over the land.
They huddle in the corners.
Some would for less.
The castles all empty, asleep.
awaiting their king.
Beckoning the bend.
Amidst the forest one would hear I had been there.
within a fate I could not change,
and always welcoming EPILOGUE.