اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When the wind kiss the trees
You'll realize how deep
Were those my words, indeed
Seeking, reckless, quickly
The point of no return, like a dream
In the despised banks of memory
When on your face, roll a breeze
You will notice, in an epiphany
The cold claws of the air will
Peel your skin
When the rain interfere with the TV
Rays shutting your house in agony
A sad and bated breath will
End your vanity
The bang leaves your home clean
Now you're so lean
Becoming a beautiful, pure, stream
Lonely
