Luyện nghe bài hát Outlive The Hand

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

She sits where childhood lie
Above, beside, within
The carvings have outlived the
Which bled to first begin

As features of the merge
The oldest trees are
Awareness the view aside
She stares as if

Seen first beyond the
They soon had the borders
The clouds infused with burning
Arrived coldest corners

The valley hastens now
As dying words are
From lips of and sapling's strain
leaves, her last thoughts fluttered

Again it darkens
The knowledge of it me
And when the starts to fall
Preserve the that kills me