词 Lyrics：森光纪元\晚风慢慢
曲 Composed：森光纪元\林朝雾
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
The book is on the shelf, the story's closed.
The ink has dried inside the lines we chose.
And I keep walking through the lines we drew.
Like every step could make the whole thing new.
The final chapter ends, I put the pen down.
The room is still and quiet all around.
The chairs are in their places, tables bare.
The story's done and I am standing there.
I trace the line where you would always sit.
A single chair is turned away from it.
The silence has a weight that makes me shift.
I turn around and spin inside the drift.
The book is on the shelf, the story's closed.
The ink has dried inside the lines we chose.
And I'm still spinning through the words I know.
To find the one we wrote a long time ago.
The book is on the shelf, the story's closed.
The ink has dried inside the lines we chose.
And I keep walking through the lines we drew.
Like every step could make the whole thing new.
I trace the line where you would always sit.
A single chair is turned away from it.
The silence has a weight that makes me shift.
I turn around and spin inside the drift.
The book is on the shelf, the story's closed.
The ink has dried inside the lines we chose.
And I'm still spinning through the words I know.
To find the one we wrote a long time ago.
The book is on the shelf, the story's closed.
The ink has dried inside the lines we chose.
And I keep walking through the lines we drew.
Like every step could make the whole thing new.
