اصل بول

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ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔

What kind of pain is this we feel? Written in our hearths, Forcing us to ask: Is there a way to understand? What is the nature of our plan? Will people hide from their mistakes? Will we die for what we trust in life? We don't care about anyone! Ignoring these answers, Makes us burn all our chances. With our hands we climb the hill Better days will come We will not succumb! How many tears will we shed? How many dreams will we forget? What is the answer to all this? What is the answer to all this? Fading from life We are fading from life No one smiles forever...