اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This is the season of your crash and the year of your great fall.
Alone, you are, still standing on a collapsed bridge.
I was once there.
Your head hangs now and like mine did.
The warmest I have ever felt, I broke myself from everything to gain nothing.
I could tell myself this a thousand times, but in the end, is this your fall or is it mine?
I will not stand on broken ground.
Your great fall.
