Winter Sun के बोल

Drawn invards.. Involuntary adaptation Excursion in this cold world In subconscious All are compells me to live ..but must be a door on the wall.. To escape from cold winter sun. Death.. tak eme away from this. Endless blank.. dismal dark..! - - - Permanent… Nondescript feelings in me I'm living and breathing just one though.. Searching my grace To burry my all pain.. Is the winter the couse of cold or am i dying. I've lost in a swirl which i wont sally. At the minutes of my heaven lies.. Earth denies.. i realise..