日志
Hear the whispered dreams of the fallen...
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When the last angel's falling above the crimson sea,
By the sun's final rising, I don't even see
By the sun's final rising, I don't even see
How the silent tears are flowing from the reaper's eyes,
As the frost is calling for young harvest to the night,
She's crying for my heart...
As the frost is calling for young harvest to the night,
She's crying for my heart...
She's mourning for my soul....
I'm all alone
Every time I hurt myself, I somehow still survived,
Every time my dreams were killed, but they always came back alive
Every time my dreams were killed, but they always came back alive
Tears frozen on my cheek while roaming through the time,
And the whispers calling for my harvest through the night,
I'm crying with the wind...
And the whispers calling for my harvest through the night,
I'm crying with the wind...
I'm crying for my life...
I'll die alone
