Luyện nghe bài hát Mirage

A parade of ghosts these
innocent to where innocent itself was brought to.
To the rush of female tempests.

My Sculptured
and twists by the sound of my own (horrid) laughter.
Awoken by the
Ha! False lies have place in me...
(Words of lust heard vast buildings).

That is the mirage you for.

So, me.
Amuse me with the bitter glance in eyes.
As I forsake you my forlorn beauty.
...and to you, the garden of gods in my hand.

The turns to a gleam.

A of thoughts encircle my
and whisper to me, words of beauty.
And I these.

...and open wound in the of my hand...
The sky is no clear.
That is the we longed for.