A deafening sound echoed through the mist.
A warm breeze gave the choice of silence to the wind.
But the wind grabbed the water to summon the black clouds of the sky.
And to open up the eyes of the grieving heaven.
– In Mourning –
A deafening sound echoed through the mist.
A warm breeze gave the choice of silence to the wind.
But the wind grabbed the water to summon the black clouds of the sky.
And to open up the eyes of the grieving heaven.
– In Mourning –