گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Each turn reveals another place
A hall where time forgets its face
I walk, unsure if I'm ahead or behind
But each step shapes what’s left to find
Memories flicker like scattered lines
Futures form in crooked signs
I’ve followed paths I did not know
And in their midst, I start to grow
