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词 Lyrics：青禾寻阳\沈静好
曲 Composed：青禾寻阳\顾星河
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
A guitar pick stuck in the chair,
A silver hairpin by the stair,
A folded ticket to the fair,
A bottle cap we left there.
Your toothbrush is still standing in the cup,
A bar of soap has dried itself up,
The bath mat's worn exactly where you stand,
The towel still keeps the dent of your hand.
I still find your watch inside the drawer,
I still find your scarf behind the door,
Every little piece is humming like a song,
And they make me feel like I still belong.
I still find your watch inside the drawer,
I still find your scarf behind the door,
They're the sweetest clues that I could ever keep,
They turn the ordinary into something deep.
Your toothbrush is still standing in the cup,
A bar of soap has dried itself up,
The bath mat's worn exactly where you stand,
The towel still keeps the dent of your hand.
I still find your watch inside the drawer,
I still find your scarf behind the door,
Every little piece is humming like a song,
And they make me feel like I still belong.
I still find your watch inside the drawer,
I still find your scarf behind the door,
They're the sweetest clues that I could ever keep,
They turn the ordinary into something deep.
