Luyện nghe bài hát Outlive The Hand

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

She sits where childhood lie
Above, beside, them
The carvings outlived the hand
bled to first begin them

As features of the merge
The oldest are falling
Awareness sweeps the view
She as if recalling

Seen first beyond the
They soon had reached the
The clouds infused burning breath
from coldest corners

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

Again it darkens
The of it stills me
And when the starts to fall
the drop that kills me