اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Why does your shape attract my eye?
Is it the chemistry of our young bodies prodding us in such hot pursuit of a lie?
We chase a quickly fading phantom.
Treasure baby!
If that is so, then one day it shall go.
Disappearing as a layer of week-old melting snow.
This human heart is never clear.
It's half filled up with wonder, and the other half with fear.
