اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Did you choose to walk away, yet never strayed?
Did you see the pristine, beyond the passing hours?
Did your mind stray to the horizon?
Was it a disorder to dream?
There's no moment to dwell in, only what lingers ahead
The treacherous footprints of a wanderer's path
There's always another flicker in the distance
A promise of something more
Small things, distractions in the periphery
The crippling weight of longing
Insatiable remnant of the past
Eyes to the Sun, I offer no reply
