Luyện nghe bài hát Perfume Of Withered Roses

...and the waves sighed
as the shore devoured
the clouds adorned the sky

so but beatyful
stone, every stem
is all part of a
together weave on the beholder

who takes the in and comprehend it
but this picture is different from human-eye to
though it will be the same

bewitch me the of a withered rose
which is actually dead but the perfume (and the beauty) are
though it please or shock the human mind
a withered rose often in with grief

the so we say it is the end
but can fade away the love the pain...

so we say that the is loosen from all spheres
and it's just a cover which the life in it's being

but in any the being is constant
though it is or eternal only the rememberance
but the true grief is not the withering
it is that rememberances to pieces too...