Tender is the time to die the last death
And the time for the first birth
Bright is the sun with dying twilight
And the sun with virgin light
With no vast distance here
River and mountain reach the blue sky for life
With so many good-bye kisses
The folks tongue smooth the dying bed of stone
Let the years be blown off by winds
casted for the flying hawks
Let the bodies be held up by clouds
Handed to the blue heavens
Life and emotion... beautiful!
daigorina2011 2 months ago
Great voice Nice music!
28061954ozaka 3 months ago
GOOD..............-.-
bad700700 3 months ago