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词 Lyrics:青禾寻阳\林间小鹿
曲 Composed:青禾寻阳\南风知意
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We start before the morning glow,
Our fingers raw, our seeds in tow.
The sky turns gold, we bend and sow,
But nothing blooms for miles I know.
We count each day, we save each dawn,
The hills we climb, the thorns we braved.
The scale still tips when hope is gone,
The price we paid is not engraved.
The empty shelf, the faded frame,
No golden bell to call our name.
The only sound is wind that knew,
The silent truth we're walking through.
The empty shelf, the faded frame,
No golden bell to call our name.
Yet still we stand where soil turns grey,
We plant again at break of day.
We count each day, we save each dawn,
The hills we climb, the thorns we braved.
The scale still tips when hope is gone,
The price we paid is not engraved.
The empty shelf, the faded frame,
No golden bell to call our name.
The only sound is wind that knew,
The silent truth we're walking through.
The empty shelf, the faded frame,
No golden bell to call our name.
Yet still we stand where soil turns grey,
We plant again at break of day.