گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Sun breaking through the blinds
We rise and fall
Strokes her hair from the side
White walls turn gold
Bare in the early light
My bane unfolds
Around us
In comes the cold
She sinks in my weary eyes
Something she knows
Speaks of the ancient sign
That marks my soul
And she returns a smile
As my bane unfolds
Around us
In comes the cold
Is fate lived or told
Is this real?
She's asking me
We're making ours bloom
It's closing in
