The night grows old with your remembrance,
still u do not come.
The empty path screams out your name,
still u do not come.
The withering dreams whispers out the pain of my heart meanwhile I die out of my deepest wounds,
still u do not come.
The night grows old with your remembrance,
still u do not come.
The empty path screams out your name,
still u do not come.
The withering dreams whispers out the pain of my heart meanwhile I die out of my deepest wounds,
still u do not come.