اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Through the shine I pass
Somewhat uncanny dreams
Why would a wintry wind wonder
The white January
The emotions lost
A poor thing cannot find
Any reason to return
And next morning
Will find its way
To yesterday's
Near-godly embrace
