"Field, My Field, my Wide Field. The heroes ride over
the field, heroes of the past. The Wind scatters... their bold
songs... across the green field, Songs of the Past . Leaving them
alone... with their glory, And at the end of the line on a dusty road.
Field, my field, it has seen so much misery; it was soaked with blood,
the blood of the past. Field, my Field, my wide field...."
'Ello Mayte. My name is Erika. I'm Psychotic and secretly different
from how I act.
My Field... it's my favorite song now.
Ever had a song you loved so much,
But it made you want to cry?
I do. It's 'My field'. A Russian song. A sad song.
But when has my heroes rode over the fields to cover these fields with
much misery and blood to make it all right? I dunno.
'Nough said. My computer is a jammed idiot. right now.
I think I am done.