اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The city of thousand moons
Stints me on its light
I am being passed by
Pearl laughter carried along the dusty road
The pregnant thought`s weight hurts
I`m shrugging all the empty words off my back
Rain turns to Rust
Hopes remain Dreams
And i tried, i did try
Not to turn them into Dust
Hands tired of Loneliness
Odd sound of my own voice
I fear what mirrors hide
Eyes shut, no need to memorize the Pain
