词 Lyrics：熠林文化\一颗青梅
曲 Composed：熠林文化\白桃汽水
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
The jar is sealed with all our summer days
The spices sit untouched in dusty grays
It's not the chill that makes my courage fold
It's knowing that our fire has grown cold
We were a pot with no way to stay cool
We laughed like steam that danced above the pool
We fed the flame with every word we said
The seasons stacked like pillows on our bed
The years have packed our summer in a tin
The seal is tight and winter settles in
We pass the plates without a single word
The silence is the coldest thing we've heard
The jar is sealed with all our summer days
The spices sit untouched in dusty grays
I still can feel the warmth that we have known
But all I feel is winter on my own
The jar is sealed with all our summer days
The spices sit untouched in dusty grays
It's not the chill that makes my courage fold
It's knowing that our fire has grown cold
The years have packed our summer in a tin
The seal is tight and winter settles in
We pass the plates without a single word
The silence is the coldest thing we've heard
The jar is sealed with all our summer days
The spices sit untouched in dusty grays
I still can feel the warmth that we have known
But all I feel is winter on my own
The jar is sealed with all our summer days
The spices sit untouched in dusty grays
It's not the chill that makes my courage fold
It's knowing that our fire has grown cold
