Прода в "Остывший пепел"
Автор: Александр НетылевВыложил восемнадцатую главу "Остывшего пепла".
У Ичэня и Аосянь первая совместная сцена, где они не пытаются друг друга убить!
К крылатым лисятам дело, правда, пока не движется.
Читать здесь: https://author.today/reader/484968/4660789
Для этой ситуации у меня заготовлена далеко не одна песня. Но думаю, на данном этапе лучше всего подойдет вот эта: https://suno.com/s/wOcRwpb0xMZAyPtP
Bartered whispers in the darkest trade
Shadows stole the life I made
A room of ash a hollow face
What’s left of pride? Just empty space
And then you came
A mask of stone
You paid my price
But not my soul
Do you want to see me fall
Do you crave my shattered call
Is this mercy
Is it pain
Are your chains just a different name
Your eyes don’t tell what your heart might know
A stranger’s touch
A deeper woe
You say the fire’s not for me
But why this lock why no key
Do you want to see me fall
Do you crave my shattered call
Is this mercy
Is it pain
Are your chains just a different name
I dream of running
I dream of light
But in your lies I spend the night
Is this saving or control
Do you mend me just to hold
Shadows stole the life I made
A room of ash a hollow face
What’s left of pride? Just empty space
And then you came
A mask of stone
You paid my price
But not my soul
Do you want to see me fall
Do you crave my shattered call
Is this mercy
Is it pain
Are your chains just a different name
Your eyes don’t tell what your heart might know
A stranger’s touch
A deeper woe
You say the fire’s not for me
But why this lock why no key
Do you want to see me fall
Do you crave my shattered call
Is this mercy
Is it pain
Are your chains just a different name
I dream of running
I dream of light
But in your lies I spend the night
Is this saving or control
Do you mend me just to hold