Luyện nghe bài hát Seasons

Eve of
Sickness forms...
Beauty
Sadness spawns...

Sorrow, in and out of the point of
Reborn, by the way of thoughts
Helpless, for the answer to death
Dying, waiting for the last
Deformed, deformed

Unspoken words of a worthless cause, is disguised
Forgotten scream in pain, lost in demise
Whispers carry through the winds, to hide their shattered

and die

Decieved by the in hope
Bow before the fate of all

Sea of bliss, wave of conscious all
How could i be so