اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This mist and rain
Traveled from you
Ten thousand miles to meet me
And I hide inside, dry
To touch To tool something new
This growing follows
Hollows closely the heels
Where arrows fall anonymously
Wedged between knowledge, opinion
And I hide inside, dry
To touch To tool something new
