الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Oh, Summer... blissful one
Our disparate souls are fated to eternal separation
Thou could turn the earth into dust if it were thy desire
But thou art too careless and too oblivious
to see our mother's ruins... upon its surface
By J. Goth
