词:晚风煮雨
曲:晚风煮雨
Crowds rush fast
O’er this town I pass
My weary back bends low
A soft wind starts to blow
How could I let this longing go
My heart belongs to you
Words spoken light and true
I swore in silent mood
Tiny blooms break through
I’ll pluck them just for you
Break away
Live full fear not to break
You’re light and pure in dark’s wake
Lean close in the abyss’s ache
Fade away
Grow wild no perfect shape
Light and shadow greet each dawn’s drape
Our future’s ours to shape
Break away
Live full fear not to break
You’re light and pure in dark’s wake
Lean close in the abyss’s ache
Fade away
Grow wild no perfect shape
Light and shadow greet each dawn’s drape
Our future’s ours to shape
Wind drifts far
All hurt fades far away
Lost in our sway
Will you stay
I wonder will you stay