Natural view of our country...
Sky is the infinite blue here
The wings fly fly, the dream
Gungchil
Relaxing morning for her,
The tired afternoon stood still
This horizon, on the borders of the eye
Does anyone call?
Silent Deep Mayace....
Sky is the infinite blue here
The wings fly fly, the dream
Gungchil
Relaxing morning for her,
The tired afternoon stood still
This horizon, on the borders of the eye
Does anyone call?
Silent Deep Mayace....