Nov 2016
In ancient meadows
of green velvet,
the gentle wind
whispers a melody
of lost love...
"On top of Old Pines,
all covered in
moonlit snow,
I lost my true lover,
For i was a bride no more"
-Sweetly singed the
maiden, voice of
nightingale echoes
down where the
blue river swiftly flows
of green velvet,
the gentle wind
whispers a melody
of lost love...
"On top of Old Pines,
all covered in
moonlit snow,
I lost my true lover,
For i was a bride no more"
-Sweetly singed the
maiden, voice of
nightingale echoes
down where the
blue river swiftly flows
