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词 Lyrics:青禾寻阳\晚风信箱
曲 Composed:青禾寻阳\雨天不打伞
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
I trace the pattern of your favorite shirt,
A quiet ritual, a hidden hurt.
I learn your coffee order, your favorite seat,
But every hello feels incomplete.
I folded a note with a careful line,
It waits in my pocket, a foolish design.
I watch you laugh with an easy grace,
From the edges of this familiar space.
The pages turn, time slips away,
Your smile's a sun on a colder day.
But my voice is stuck, a silent plea,
For a glance that's meant for only me.
The pages turn, time slips away,
Your smile's a sun on a colder day.
I keep the feeling locked in a quiet shell,
A story I know too well.
I folded a note with a careful line,
It waits in my pocket, a foolish design.
I watch you laugh with an easy grace,
From the edges of this familiar space.
The pages turn, time slips away,
Your smile's a sun on a colder day.
But my voice is stuck, a silent plea,
For a glance that's meant for only me.
The pages turn, time slips away,
Your smile's a sun on a colder day.
I keep the feeling locked in a quiet shell,
A story I know too well.