اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Looking to past, I see passions are fresh
We are one, as naive as blind
Now I find my eyes filled with wrath (I hate even myself)
Leaves dropped by the wind of isolation
I try to fly again
But my wings own you
Observe what's left of me
I am the body of hate
I feel as none how I am a sinner
My fault was to love them as now I hate myself
All that we fight for have gone
Now that our bodies come apart
How should I stop this hell burns my eyes
It burns all that we were
I promise you ill find our way (again)
So I need my wings to fly (again)
I will stay in your place (again)
I need to feel our own (again)
