Nothing کے بول

How sweet was the spring By that riverside All those pure smiles Now became spoiled How joyful was the cold Year's first snow Now the wind bites my skin A dead of winter for evermore Ain't no seasons, my only one Beneath our pale sun Everything in me is dying After the years All we have is nothing Everything in me is dying After the burdens All I want is nothing How bitter is the apathy Our aching melody All those precious tears Drowning in our love How gentle was the breeze Like your whisper in my ears Now I feel hellhound's breath As cold as death