Luyện nghe bài hát Your Name

Though I've called your name a times, my words are blown back
into my face. The wind makes my skin harder still. The race by
over-head and I to remain standing, the signs of endless journeys
shows in my weakened stance. I wish for the ground to open. I been
around the world and back, I have every memory, re-dreamt every
dream and every touch (again). Still the clouds will race, the wind
will cut and soon I fall. The dust will form a mound that shall be my
tomb, to be whetted by the tears of mourning, because I was lost
ago in a colder world and lost you forever.

I believe that man craves the soul rejuvenation that, for centuries,
authors and poets of the world have immortalised through the and
spoken word. I that each man wishes to harness the power of the
burning sun and rejuvenate the soul that, for many of us, dead. I too
have traveled these paths and that most lead to a bare world.