Song | And silence still remains |
Artist | Diary of Dreams |
Album | Cholymelan |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hates | |
Eyes in silence | |
Eyes in the dark | |
A life in patience | |
To survive and surrender | |
Whatever I feel | |
Whatever I see is just | |
A sign of hope | |
A reflection of my memories | |
Words covered with dust | |
In a book to my left | |
An urge to read | |
No permission | |
Helpless eyes | |
Voices fading | |
I regret | |
I regret | |
I tilt my head | |
I close my eyes | |
Voice - louder | |
Temptation rising | |
I shiver | |
I'm a stranger in my own skin | |
I'll survive | |
But for how long? | |
And silence still remains | |
Whatever my belief and identity will offer | |
I can never purify my thoughts | |
And still | |
I linger in temptation | |
Still not daring to reach out | |
The book | |
My dreams | |
Written out in words that I can't read | |
My fingers write | |
What my mind is not capable to think of | |
And silence still remains | |
I'm a stranger in my own skin | |
But I'll survive | |
My fingers write | |
What my mind is not capable to think of | |
But I'll survive | |
But for how long...? |
zuo qu : Hates | |
Eyes in silence | |
Eyes in the dark | |
A life in patience | |
To survive and surrender | |
Whatever I feel | |
Whatever I see is just | |
A sign of hope | |
A reflection of my memories | |
Words covered with dust | |
In a book to my left | |
An urge to read | |
No permission | |
Helpless eyes | |
Voices fading | |
I regret | |
I regret | |
I tilt my head | |
I close my eyes | |
Voice louder | |
Temptation rising | |
I shiver | |
I' m a stranger in my own skin | |
I' ll survive | |
But for how long? | |
And silence still remains | |
Whatever my belief and identity will offer | |
I can never purify my thoughts | |
And still | |
I linger in temptation | |
Still not daring to reach out | |
The book | |
My dreams | |
Written out in words that I can' t read | |
My fingers write | |
What my mind is not capable to think of | |
And silence still remains | |
I' m a stranger in my own skin | |
But I' ll survive | |
My fingers write | |
What my mind is not capable to think of | |
But I' ll survive | |
But for how long...? |
zuò qǔ : Hates | |
Eyes in silence | |
Eyes in the dark | |
A life in patience | |
To survive and surrender | |
Whatever I feel | |
Whatever I see is just | |
A sign of hope | |
A reflection of my memories | |
Words covered with dust | |
In a book to my left | |
An urge to read | |
No permission | |
Helpless eyes | |
Voices fading | |
I regret | |
I regret | |
I tilt my head | |
I close my eyes | |
Voice louder | |
Temptation rising | |
I shiver | |
I' m a stranger in my own skin | |
I' ll survive | |
But for how long? | |
And silence still remains | |
Whatever my belief and identity will offer | |
I can never purify my thoughts | |
And still | |
I linger in temptation | |
Still not daring to reach out | |
The book | |
My dreams | |
Written out in words that I can' t read | |
My fingers write | |
What my mind is not capable to think of | |
And silence still remains | |
I' m a stranger in my own skin | |
But I' ll survive | |
My fingers write | |
What my mind is not capable to think of | |
But I' ll survive | |
But for how long...? |