Return کے بول

Return Silver tear, dearest gift to a ghost That beyond man's empty eco, Embeds itself in the season of perfection ...season of perfection To you sweet nymph I pray, Cover me with your veil , For this reached day Is not mine, I curse your verse while I'm drinking deep from my cup Return me to myself Rejoin me to my with my self With empty eyes I cross My path into the dusk Pray thee, don't hide your gift from me By my own illusion fold, I crave ... Return me to myself Rejoin me to my with my self Restore my hope to wipe your tear . Return me