اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
A bleeding heart
A cold river
Like a stone, sinking
Like a fossil bone
End of time, thinking
Takes forever
With the mind we die
With the skull we cry
With your teeth, measuring
Your remaining time
With my eyes, holding
Which was never mine
In a jar, deeply
We can foresee
Sweet madness
The shadow of a burning tree
With a face, glaring
Into the void
What makes waiting
Always hoping
We will die, always
As in ever
With our fate
Always obscured
