اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Awoke to the grey morning light which creeps in
Thrilling the objects and my ashen skin
The warm vapours and still slumbering sheets' fragrance
Now we're desperately embracing the days for no reason
While the tapped veins of autumn
Keep on shedding the pouring rains
Turning numb to their glassy caress
We disappear
From the days
From the memories
From the entries
From the vividness
From the sight of each other
To relentless
Inevitable
Death
