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作词：马采的音乐书房
作曲：马采的音乐书房
You look like leaving
By the pale gate light
Before the hill wind
Takes the night
You hold your silence
Like folded wool
Like winter branches
Dark and full
I watch your fingers
Rest on the latch
As if one touch
Could strike the match
You look like leaving
I know the air
The room grows thinner
When you are there
The kettle murmurs
Low on the stone
Some hearts keep breaking
Softly alone
Your eyes pass by me
Then return slow
Like distant rivers
Beneath the snow
I try one sentence
It turns to dust
Some words grow heavy
With love and rust
You look like leaving
Clear and plain
The way first frost
Finds every lane
I could ask mercy
I could ask why
But pride is poorer
Than a tired sky
So I stand still
And let time choose
Some nights begin
The day we lose
You touch the doorway
Then touch the frame
As if remembering
Why you came
You look like leaving
Yet still remain
Like hearth-smoke drifting
After flame
The path lies empty
The stars burn thin
I hear your footsteps
Then none again
You look like leaving
And now you're gone
The chair stays warm
The dark moves on
