اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
What is this world, what is this we've created
In the burdens of this life i cannot rest
This world means nothing
Everything we hold will pass away
With a void of completion comfort will ever fade
I long for this wind to cease
We once held undying devotion
Now dead to our thoughts, undefined like our love
