اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Carrying the weight of the world
We are chastised for what we are
Wasting away in the sands of time
Like the mourning of the widows
Slowly torn apart
Sorrow is the reward for the old
Goes from bitterness to dust
Looking away from the weary face
That is staring from the mirror
So the grief remais untold
Pressed against the walls
I feel I lack the strength to go on
In surrender, my hands are tied
Tears are falling down
For the man who longed for love
In the garden of no return
