Luyện nghe bài hát Outlive The Hand

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

She sits where memories lie
Above, beside, within
The carvings outlived the hand
Which to first begin them

As of the landscape merge
The trees are falling
Awareness sweeps the view
She stares as if

Seen first the canopy
soon had reached the borders
The clouds infused burning breath
Arrived from coldest

The valley hastens now
As words are uttered
lips of earth and sapling's strain
Like leaves, her last thoughts

Again it overhead
The of it stills me
And when the water starts to
Preserve the that kills me