_.BuAn198._

There's a solemn depth below
          Deeper truth I cannot know
          Our own hastened time has come
          In this death our minds are young
          When our bodies wash ashore
          Sorrow children nevermore

We were foolish, we were young
          Far far away, the angels sung
          Darling, your scent got me strung
          Only tonight, please let me be drunk

'Tis said that some have died for love:
          And here and there a churchyard grave is found
          In the cold's north unhallowed ground.

Take my hand, and hold your breath
          Dolled up yourself in a lovely dress
          Leave behind all your duty and stress
          To where you shall face neither misery nor death

Chết rồi, tự dưng viết RanKoko rồi giờ thích cặp này quá đi mất (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) Chẳng nhẽ giờ quay xe với RanRin ಠ_ಠ