گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Love can be king
In the spring of the year
Have its fling through
A lingering night
Only to stray, loose
It's way, disappear
Before summer has faded from sight
But poor autumn cries
When a springtime love dies
A bitter taste
Of a wasted time past
But autumn will smile,
Will beguile with her spell
If she can tell love:
You're welcome home, at long last
