beyssa Çevrimdışı

zamanınız varsa bu metni bana çevirirmisiniz lütfen..teşekkür ederim...

my answer for Youre kindness during the dark white night
I didnt lock the door
And candles weren’t lit
Exhausted sleepy sore
I wouldn’t sleep a bit
I’d watch lights dying down
And gloomy evening firs
And get drunk on the sounds
A voice, so much like yours
My loss a heavy burden
And life is agony!
I used to be so certain
That you’d return to me