اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Stars touch the top of the mountain
Eyes filling up with tears
The white snow inspires fear
And my skin breathes the cold
My words written in the stone
Reflects the light
The atmosphere of illusion
Still didn't let me go
And the sky closes over me
(a storm is coming)
Starts to hurt
Heaven and hell
Seems to be in the same place
And to who can I recur
While my memories suffocates?
And is when the cold turns itself
Into a Tears Machine
