اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Faded words once building
So silent woeful memories
They gather their dreams so pale
In a runic rhyme
Could time tell a story of cold nights
And mystic tales
Which shone so bright
Could time tell of feelings
Which soared to heights
And fell to forlorn visions
