| Song | Somewhere In Nowhere |
| Artist | Candlemass |
| Album | Tales Of Creation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Edlin | |
| My friend from above | |
| Between those clouds | |
| We stand and watch | |
| Our mind is greeting us | |
| Bubbles of a clear day | |
| And the green plateu of anger | |
| A field, not a rice field | |
| We stand under the leaves of a tree | |
| The river is floating under our feet | |
| The birds chirp and the butterflies | |
| Are searching | |
| No clouds in the sky | |
| The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky | |
| Worship of the omnipotent sun (I dream) | |
| A dive into the mirage | |
| Straight-angled death | |
| That instigates the air to reduce | |
| The stench of my heart dies | |
| I bury it in my selfishness | |
| The pain of not knowing - a tense waiting | |
| A raging fear - when the truth is near | |
| Who is a friend? The question of my life | |
| Under the leaven tree - we wait for the answer |
| zuo ci : Edlin | |
| My friend from above | |
| Between those clouds | |
| We stand and watch | |
| Our mind is greeting us | |
| Bubbles of a clear day | |
| And the green plateu of anger | |
| A field, not a rice field | |
| We stand under the leaves of a tree | |
| The river is floating under our feet | |
| The birds chirp and the butterflies | |
| Are searching | |
| No clouds in the sky | |
| The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky | |
| Worship of the omnipotent sun I dream | |
| A dive into the mirage | |
| Straightangled death | |
| That instigates the air to reduce | |
| The stench of my heart dies | |
| I bury it in my selfishness | |
| The pain of not knowing a tense waiting | |
| A raging fear when the truth is near | |
| Who is a friend? The question of my life | |
| Under the leaven tree we wait for the answer |
| zuò cí : Edlin | |
| My friend from above | |
| Between those clouds | |
| We stand and watch | |
| Our mind is greeting us | |
| Bubbles of a clear day | |
| And the green plateu of anger | |
| A field, not a rice field | |
| We stand under the leaves of a tree | |
| The river is floating under our feet | |
| The birds chirp and the butterflies | |
| Are searching | |
| No clouds in the sky | |
| The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky | |
| Worship of the omnipotent sun I dream | |
| A dive into the mirage | |
| Straightangled death | |
| That instigates the air to reduce | |
| The stench of my heart dies | |
| I bury it in my selfishness | |
| The pain of not knowing a tense waiting | |
| A raging fear when the truth is near | |
| Who is a friend? The question of my life | |
| Under the leaven tree we wait for the answer |