اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Wermode, great star
Who fell down from heaven
You empoisoned the fountains of life
Bitter tears have darkened their brightness
Still I bathe my lips with its vine
Transience is
the nature of existence
Slow decay in ravages of time
Cherished years, the ones we´d been given
Grains of sand, washed away by the tide
Lost myself
in days long-forgotten
Wistfulness…takes hold of my mind
Bitter tears have darkened their brightness
Still I bathe my lips with its vine
