I wish to close these eyes when the wind gets cold and the sky no longer dance in maroon. Yes my dear, send me the night, and shall hold it tight. Yes my dear, give me a lullaby, and shall we build a castle of sand in your gentle dream.
Arsip Tag:lullaby
A Mhaighdean Bhan Uasal
I remember, far away in the past, I had my own lullaby. Today, perhaps lullaby is the most endangered trasures above the today world. So when I hear the song of which language comes from distant land, it makes me feel warm and comfortable.