Luyện nghe bài hát Epilogue

And as they say, is only able to possess.
The rotting body in ancient clothes
is left behind with a of the hand.
I have away. The bed is cold and empty.
Trees their boughs toward the earth.
And nighttime float as black faces.
It was the hand out through the mirror.
and scarred by life...
the eyes, you had never seen.
You have nothing to find.
You have more to loose.
The season drifts over the land.
They huddle in the corners.
Some would for less.
The were all empty, asleep.
Long awaiting king.
round the bend.
Amidst the forest one would hear that I had there.
Draped within a fate I not change,
and always welcoming EPILOGUE.