اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The sun still rises, the moon still shines;
I've seen it over ten-thousand times.
But this may be the year I will disappear.
Come through my window, not through my door;
Leave me a number I can ignore.
Then go tell everyone what we might have done.
And don't mind what you've heard
It's just an empty word.
