اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Ambling through woodlands out alone
as frozen memories waft around,
and merge within a mist of tears,
and pass as grey in skies rain down
Washing your pictures off his lids,
the naked trees raise his dismay
Crying your face out of his eyes,
dead leaves of fall wither away
A cold embrace-befrosted dew,
forgiveness-driven storm now lies
Glowing dusk in drowning waters,
drifting silently he dies
