Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Gardens

The behind the painting I drew is already told
No more tear on the pages of my diary

Tired but to give up
Since I'm responsible for the lives I

The play is
The curtain's

All the tales are
All the gone
in my own world
Now I care for gardens

My song is little worth
Time to lay this pen aside

The play is
The curtain's

Where are the wolves, the moon
The eleven path, the of youth
of the starlit sea?

Have I enough for one man's deed
Or is it time to challenge the Ancient of
And let the conceive?

All the are told
All the orchids

All the are told
All the orchids
Lost in my own
Now I care for dead