اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
rain...
render my surrender
replenish, refurnish
the house was occupied
there is no seeing through it
her vision was blurred
wait lets start over
it was all a game
I lost
she took my peace and ran
a far cry from pestilence...
on angels wings it descended
I thought I was wrong
why couldn't I see it for what it was?
a twisted web lies behind every page
how many times will I weep this song?
how many lies will I hide behind?
parting with such dementia
my sweet bathsheba...
forgotten...
