اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
when we were kissing under your umbrella...
in another country, where grey loomed among us,
tears so lonely and isolated and a-lingering...
so perfect yet out of place on your cheek.
the back stairwell and a kiss,
standing there where no-one else ever had:
wet lips...
and someone is standing at the edge of a dark grey river,
and theyre throwing in coins.
and someone is starting to row across
from much too far away.
