اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
So let me go
I'm not clean
I'm not prepared
And now the mourning
Takes over my being
The cold dawn
Show your face
Puts me in ecstasy
You turn to me
And ask why God is never there?
Our last look intersects
Our heat goes out
The ghost in the shell disappears
Your memories slowly dissolve
Our last look intersects
Our heat goes out
