| 基本描述 | Every solitude for the rest of lifeThe wind is alright. The cloud is so high . Baby I writeIt’s a fireplace, burning off timeI wander with minds so rare, so nothing can lieI’m crossing the river bank, with no one asideIt’s bubbling, the soul I have lost and missedIt’s happening, my hands are reaching outIt’s bubbling, bitter are not my taste,oh, maybe a dreamy nightThe wind is alright. The cloud is so high . Baby I writeIt’s a fireplace, burning off timeI wander with minds so rare, so nothing can lieI’m crossing the river bank, with no one asideIt’s bubbling, the soul I have lost and missed与我擦肩的迷途之魂吐着气泡It’s happening, my hands are reaching out一切在此刻发生 而我伸出双手It’s bubbling, bitter are not my taste它在咕嘟冒泡 而我已厌倦苦涩oh, maybe a dreamy night噢 或许在一个梦幻之夜So memory, filling in my head right.回忆涌现我脑海Oh memory, nobody stays that long.可你要知道没有谁能永垂不朽I'm panicking , my thoughts (are) all odd and rich我为自己的天马行空而惊惶无措Yea baby, it’s all fine.好啦宝贝 但是一切安好 |