اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Nous on broken wings
Blown away
Blends in other thoughts to
Evergrey
Grows an enforced frown
In teardrops while
I forgot
The language to survive
My eyes
Are duller and strained than before
No delight, in my eyes
All I tried
Like flowing sand in my hand
Unrecognized by my withered eyes
Hopes in blisters cause
A cold embrace
And blench in front of my
Invalid haze
In tears I'm bearing
My disguise
The sea of craving
Lies so quiet
