اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Things are always subjectively established.
No, my presence will last till summer.
Calm down those restless eyes, use your mind.
Haunted by something i picked up.
With the wind the old me has expired.
I appreciate your never disturbing me.
I try to depend on others for my chances.
Send your weapons against my anger.
Only you didn't question the miracle.
This is hate, something without you.
