اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Sad
When I am playing the guitar
that for the world.
They say that my mourns
Because so sad and play letters
It is the suffering of my traducion
For a ballad silmples
My tears fall and break it up
As my life was discarded
Sad
In an insecure and lonely life
It is with him that I share my pain
Pain that will be forever inside of me
