اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind
Im cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years of memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me
The sound of waves in a pool of water
Im drowning in my nostalgia
