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词 Lyrics:青禾寻阳\晚风信箱
曲 Composed:青禾寻阳\晚安Lune
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
You saw a blank wall, and I saw a canvas wide
You heard a flat note, I heard a rising tide
The cracks you called mistakes were all maps of where to go
The noise you called a storm was a rhythm in the snow
You saw a dead end, I saw a secret door
You read a long stare, I read a need for more
You called the silence dead, I felt it breathing slow
You saw a desert, I saw seeds set to grow
You called it random, I called it a design
You saw the clutter, I saw the clear line
Same view through two lenses, two different worlds
One layer of sight, and the whole world unfurled
You only see the surface, I trace the deeper cause
You read the obvious words, I read the hidden laws
Same picture painted, but different hue
You see the surface, I see the real view
One step to the left
The whole world shifts out of the frame
I shout out but you hear nothing new
The words I'm using aren't getting through
But we're standing close
Same air in lungs, different point of view
You call it distance, I call it clue
The gap between us is a wall we drew
See it through
You read the map, saw the border lines
I saw the same map, but different designs
You saw the borders as a final wall
I saw the edges as a wide gate for us all
You heard the static, you heard a dial tone
I heard a distant whisper underneath the stone
You saw the broken pieces, I saw the greater whole
You read the chapter, I read the author's end goal
You saw a problem, I saw a lesson plan
You saw the prison, I saw the open land
In the same conversation, two separate tongues
You hear the answers, I hear all the missing rungs
You measure the distance in miles on a paper chart
I measure the gap by the pulse in every part
You see the lines, I see the space between
You see the walls, I see the door unseen
One step to the left
The whole world shifts out of the frame
We're in the same room, but not the same
You think I'm far, I think you're to blame
But we're still so close
Same body language, two different codes
You see the surface, I see the roads
Your mental map is not the one I chose
Come and see