اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
With dark eyes burning from the sunset
And shifting sand beneath the stream
Senescence creeps up from the inside
I wonder sometimes if it's real
The sky sinks deep into the mirrors
The door is not so far away
As coldness grovels for your downfall
I keep on reaching as you fade
