Ophelia کے بول

In silver Reflected the illness of despair This river A passage of worlds that heal wounds as they glare I whisper Though insane words, my silence’s missing I lie here Blessing the life that I’ll live up here Ophelia My old name screams all you’ve left behind I linger Through all the times shining bright (Green fields of peace) Ophelia, my old karma will find belonging When will I not need to bleed?) Rejecting Would I be different than that? Restoring A conquer has a price that rests when it turns red However I would not try to consume you Authentic despair This pain I won’t bear to live for a thousand deaths What calls it unfair Glories don’t last more than my secondary death I dreamt of worlds concealing the fight strength of my longing breath A secret that dwells in me till