اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Straying
I am not forlorn under stars
The ebening veiled me with closeness
When it is my time to leave
I will shed no tears
Hand in hand with woe
I travelled to the end of day
As I, the sorrow by my side
strayed unto morning grey
