اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Disappearing, drifting away, growing apart.
Spoken as only someone like you would speak to someone new.
Hollow, desperate, break it through me as I melt through you.
Only then will you know what I feel.
Growing pains and flowing rains,
at slow pace everything will look
different from the other side of our welling eyes.
