اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Snow falls quiet on the ground
No voices here no laughter's sound
A chair sits empty by the fire
But I see her smile in the glow
Feel her hands in the shadow's flow
Silent lights
They hold her face
In the stillness
I find her grace
She's not here
But she's not gone
Through the memory
I carry on
Stockings hang though one stays bare
The scent of pine still fills the air
Her favorite song plays soft and slow
And I hear her laugh in the breeze
Feel her warmth in the winter freeze
Silent lights
They hold her face
In the stillness
I find her grace
She's not here
But she's not gone
Through the memory
I carry on
