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词 Lyrics:青禾寻阳\晚风信箱
曲 Composed:青禾寻阳\温如初
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
A breeze is stirring in the air,
The curtains make a gentle sound.
I feel you in the room somewhere,
Like petals falling on the ground.
I'm folding blankets on the chair,
A tiny lemon in my tea.
I'm saying your name into the air,
And the air repeats it back to me.
The evening spills across the sill,
The floor is turning into blue.
I never knew a heart could still
Be this alive when missing you.
The evening spills across the sill,
The floor is turning into blue.
I never knew a silence still
Could hum the sound of you.
I'm folding blankets on the chair,
A tiny lemon in my tea.
I'm saying your name into the air,
And the air repeats it back to me.
The evening spills across the sill,
The floor is turning into blue.
I never knew a heart could still
Be this alive when missing you.
The evening spills across the sill,
The floor is turning into blue.
I never knew a silence still
Could hum the sound of you.