Luyện nghe bài hát Outlive The Hand

In she spoke of waiting
Her final were long
These fields have changed since she wept
Before the silent

She sits childhood memories lie
Above, beside, them
The carvings have the hand
Which bled to begin them

As features of the landscape
The oldest are falling
Awareness the view aside
She as if recalling

Seen beyond the canopy
They soon had the borders
The infused with burning breath
from coldest corners

The valley hastens now
As dying are uttered
lips of earth and sapling's strain
Like leaves, her last fluttered

Again it darkens
The knowledge of it me
And when the water starts to
Preserve the drop that me