اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
We're sundered
Our cards were dealt and what did you receive?
In my rest
In all my coming nights
I will dream for you to see
And my words
Will be spilled upon the ground
And sorrow must be freed
Morning
At long last sleeping
No colours to wake me
