اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Sunset orange
Dripped through my
Patterned soul
Set your sites
Obligated to recognize, reasoning and compromise
This is not what I intended
Room is filled with emptiness, just to kill my tolerance
This in not what I wanted
Lift the love
Pour me out
Strain virus
Now I'm won
Remembering a birth of hatred
The thought of you has broken years
I pray for loss of memory
Still haven't found a way to crush my feelings
Sailing down a red river, hands are drifting through the water
