اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Solitude owns my heart
A scorned little piece of dream
Like my art
Perhaps my mind was fraught
Sick of one broken thought
A cultivated memory of your grave
Now I'm waiting for the skies
To bring you close
So I run
Into the rain
And I run
Into the rain
In those raindrops
Echoes of your voice
I’ve heard
Making me forget that day
When all the colors of may
They went to a dull black grief
So I run
Into the rain
And now I feel you
As I run
Into the rain
So I run into the rain
