Come down, my child, | |
Take me to the core of the flame. | |
The world denied, | |
Poisoned by the turn of the game. | |
One early morning, I woke, and sorrow gave me my name... | |
Come rest, my child, | |
Take me to the heart of the flame. | |
标题:Kismet | |
艺术家:Flowing Tears | |
Calm down, my child, | |
Tell me about the scent of the rain. | |
Something has died, | |
Silent and in absence of pain. | |
One early morning, I woke, and no one whispered my name... | |
Calm down, my child, | |
Stagnancy is bliss for the sane... |
Come down, my child, | |
Take me to the core of the flame. | |
The world denied, | |
Poisoned by the turn of the game. | |
One early morning, I woke, and sorrow gave me my name... | |
Come rest, my child, | |
Take me to the heart of the flame. | |
biao ti: Kismet | |
yi shu jia: Flowing Tears | |
Calm down, my child, | |
Tell me about the scent of the rain. | |
Something has died, | |
Silent and in absence of pain. | |
One early morning, I woke, and no one whispered my name... | |
Calm down, my child, | |
Stagnancy is bliss for the sane... |
Come down, my child, | |
Take me to the core of the flame. | |
The world denied, | |
Poisoned by the turn of the game. | |
One early morning, I woke, and sorrow gave me my name... | |
Come rest, my child, | |
Take me to the heart of the flame. | |
biāo tí: Kismet | |
yì shù jiā: Flowing Tears | |
Calm down, my child, | |
Tell me about the scent of the rain. | |
Something has died, | |
Silent and in absence of pain. | |
One early morning, I woke, and no one whispered my name... | |
Calm down, my child, | |
Stagnancy is bliss for the sane... |