Tears کے بول

My eyes are watering, I can't see further. I can only touch and feel the anxiety in my heart, which was burnt. What is still living in this heart ? What has resisted its heat and yearn, its power and anger ? What is it ? Only hope was left for me. My tears are flowing in the cold days - days of cursing of the winter Kings. My tears - this storm of black heart. Tears - the remains of my blood. Tears - the last piece of my life, which still remains to me. I'm calling: "Come back my desire, come back and revive my faith!" I'm calling for a help - in vain - because all virgin souls were burnt and I'm sieged by the cold