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词 Lyrics:青禾寻阳\深夜Vinyl
曲 Composed:青禾寻阳\许晚星
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The fan's low spin is all I hear
The blinds hang still, the room is clear
The door is shut, the lock is turned
My mind begins to build and yearn
The clock's soft tick taps out a pace
A pencil rolls a little space
The bowls are stacked upon the shelf
My thoughts uncurl and grow by stealth
The books are closed, the bed is made
The curtains hang in a pale cascade
My thoughts can turn the floor to sea
And every wave belongs to me
The books are closed, the bed is made
The curtains hang in a pale cascade
My thoughts unroll across the ground
And find a peace that can't be bound
The clock's soft tick taps out a pace
A pencil rolls a little space
The bowls are stacked upon the shelf
My thoughts uncurl and grow by stealth
The books are closed, the bed is made
The curtains hang in a pale cascade
My thoughts can turn the floor to sea
And every wave belongs to me
The books are closed, the bed is made
The curtains hang in a pale cascade
My thoughts unroll across the ground
And find a peace that can't be bound