گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
It clings so desperately... It rings, deafening me.
It sings out of every song, and reads out of every poem,
yet I can't help feeling comforted, as if I were no longer bereft.
This splinter has kept me company, everpresent, driving in blatant disobedience.
A nagging child in endless curiosity that hides behind a grinning smile, demanding the most obscure of answers under a veil of innocence.
My inquisitive pair in dance, and wondering partner in love - this overwhelming question: "What if?"
