اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Contemplating another
Time
Or place
Where any of this
Never was
This lake has dried up
And with it the leaves turn to blood
I lie wounded on battlefield
With no embracing arms to grasp me
Towards unseen
Knowing the future, though
Literally, coming into form
As if never was
