作词：马采的音乐书房
作曲：马采的音乐书房
Rainlight rests on polished grain
Your voice cuts soft through windowpane
A half-lit room, a tilted thought
We trace the edges time forgot
Night begins to softly ring
Breath becomes a living thing
Silence folds into our sound
In this small world we've just found
Piano leans in closer still
Each note bends against the will
The room forgets its outer skin
And lets the quieter world begin
Night begins to softly ring
Breath becomes a living thing
Silence folds into our sound
In this small world we've just found
Amber lines across your hands
Time dissolves its careful plans
We speak in curves of low-lit air
Like nothing ever pulls us there
If the moment slips away
It still returns in what we say
Rhythm stays beneath the skin
Where every ending starts within
Night begins to softly ring
Breath becomes a living thing
Silence folds into our sound
In this small world we've just found
