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作词：Paperman
作曲：Paperman
The morning mist rests on the glass,
The stars are fading, soft and fast.
Slow down your breath, let silence stay,
And watch the shadows drift away.
This is an island with no shores,
Where gentle breezes open doors.
Just close your eyes, let down your guard,
Floating upward, past the dark.
Drowning softly in the blue,
Where time is melting just for you.
Every heavy thought you hold,
Turns to feathers, bathed in gold.
In this quiet utopia,
We are drifting to the light.
A quiet glow upon the tide,
Where heartbeat and the synths align.
Let go the weight of all the day,
And let the ocean wash away.
This is an island with no shores,
Where gentle breezes open doors.
Just close your eyes, let down your guard,
Floating upward, past the dark.
Drowning softly in the blue,
Where time is melting just for you.
Every heavy thought you hold,
Turns to feathers, bathed in gold.
In this quiet utopia,
We are drifting to the light.
Listen to the universe hum,
The silver galaxy, slow and numb.
There is no rush to find the end,
Just breathe the wide open sky, my friend.
So we
