Luyện nghe bài hát Memalon

Who is the old man, who
my with greatest pain
yet his name remains
I look at you and tears shake
my Saturnworld.
Who is the old man,
picture itself
down to the of my soul.
You push me back and me up,
the criteria for both I to know.
Who are you I What is the
name of the one I
me how to reach you, to you I'd
bow my in awe.
You speak to me but what is it I
We have really touched...
- is the design of my greatest fear.
Cruel, cruel, cruel... a I cannot penetrate,
in worlds we dwell,
attempting to what separates.
I my face against this strangest
and desperately I call for you
from the depths of my lonely soul.
The mist of the
through which to it seems not allowed,
or maybe it's that our "level" is of no
as it is simply too low.
Is it true that only the mirrors'
can conquer the mist and then be received?
You turn around the of a voice...
- my desire crowned by defeat.
If doubt in I am growing weak in fear...
- "one day all fade".
down, looking inside
I call my lover in his grave.
My have caught a glimpse of you,
now I devour myself to embrace peace.
The distance grows, we apart.
What is the use of eyes if they cannot
me in my darkness,
please wait for me, find the way.
I promise, I shall the tides,
I'm finally united with you again...