【冷兵器】歐亞武備志 武器 防具 手稿::【唐大刀鍛造記錄】第二期，鎬線起脊與鋒兩刃造型鍛造

She has only whispers of some quiet conversation She's coming in twelve heavy pints The woodwinds reflect the stars that guide her toward salvation I stopped an old man along the way We'd to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies He turned to me as if to say Hurry boy it's waiting there for you From you it's the rains down in the Clouds cry out in the night As they grow restless longing for some solitary company I know that I must do what's right Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti I seek to cure what's deep inside Frightened of this thing that I've become Boy she's waiting there for you Make her laugh and drag me away She's down against the rain Rain's down and it takes some time to do the things you never had