词 Lyrics：年轮之间\落日余晖
曲 Composed：年轮之间\沈静好
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
The night pours over the sill like a gentle tide
It fills the room with all the things we hide
The bookshelf leans a little to the right
The clock is ticking through the quiet night
I trace the grain of wood along the sill
And hear your laughter from across the hill
The kettle sings its soft and simple tune
And in the steam I see your face too soon
The night rolls up the sill and waits
The street is lined with picket gates
I miss the sound of footsteps in the hall
I sit and count the tiles until you call
The night rolls up the sill and waits
The street is lined with picket gates
I pour my questions into the night
I wait for morning to set things right
I trace the grain of wood along the sill
And hear your laughter from across the hill
The kettle sings its soft and simple tune
And in the steam I see your face too soon
The night rolls up the sill and waits
The street is lined with picket gates
I miss the sound of footsteps in the hall
I sit and count the tiles until you call
The night rolls up the sill and waits
The street is lined with picket gates
I pour my questions into the night
I wait for morning to set things right
