Song | New City in the Future |
Artist | Angels of Light |
Album | How I Loved You |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gira, Young | |
Here, here it is, | |
the place where you lived. | |
The place where you rose, | |
transparent, a ghost... | |
You were mine, you were mine... | |
Here, here's where you walked. | |
Different now, moonlight and chalk. | |
Polished white stone, bruised feet, | |
shattered bone, brittle hand of a child... | |
You were mine, you were mine... | |
Raise, raise me up, | |
up from the ground. | |
Naked, transposed, | |
wound like a rose. | |
Face painted with white, | |
mouth full of black stone... | |
You were mine, you were mine... | |
Here, here it is, | |
look at it shine, | |
pure, polished and white. | |
Piercing the sky, | |
new towers of ice, | |
so lifeless and clean... | |
You were mine, you were mine... |
zuo qu : Gira, Young | |
Here, here it is, | |
the place where you lived. | |
The place where you rose, | |
transparent, a ghost... | |
You were mine, you were mine... | |
Here, here' s where you walked. | |
Different now, moonlight and chalk. | |
Polished white stone, bruised feet, | |
shattered bone, brittle hand of a child... | |
You were mine, you were mine... | |
Raise, raise me up, | |
up from the ground. | |
Naked, transposed, | |
wound like a rose. | |
Face painted with white, | |
mouth full of black stone... | |
You were mine, you were mine... | |
Here, here it is, | |
look at it shine, | |
pure, polished and white. | |
Piercing the sky, | |
new towers of ice, | |
so lifeless and clean... | |
You were mine, you were mine... |
zuò qǔ : Gira, Young | |
Here, here it is, | |
the place where you lived. | |
The place where you rose, | |
transparent, a ghost... | |
You were mine, you were mine... | |
Here, here' s where you walked. | |
Different now, moonlight and chalk. | |
Polished white stone, bruised feet, | |
shattered bone, brittle hand of a child... | |
You were mine, you were mine... | |
Raise, raise me up, | |
up from the ground. | |
Naked, transposed, | |
wound like a rose. | |
Face painted with white, | |
mouth full of black stone... | |
You were mine, you were mine... | |
Here, here it is, | |
look at it shine, | |
pure, polished and white. | |
Piercing the sky, | |
new towers of ice, | |
so lifeless and clean... | |
You were mine, you were mine... |