| Song | Whispering Waves |
| Artist | Donna Summer |
| Album | Love To Love You Baby |
| 作曲 : Giorgio Moroder & Pete Bellotte | |
| 作词 : Bellotte, Moroder | |
| By the shore of the sea searching for his memory | |
| Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me | |
| In the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain | |
| And the ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves | |
| Wrote his name next to mine big and deep there in the sand | |
| Till the earth tends to flow and our names will be drowned | |
| All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze | |
| While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves | |
| There's a bistro where we would dine each evening | |
| Candle light and | |
| California wine | |
| Love is holding hands across the table | |
| I still go past each night look for his car outside | |
| At the foot of this cliff we spent days weaving our dreams | |
| Making plans building homes raising kids and coloring scenes | |
| Then one morning he was gone and our story reached an end | |
| But his words still linger on on whispering waves | |
| By the shore of the sea searching for his memory | |
| Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me | |
| All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze | |
| While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves |
| zuò qǔ : Giorgio Moroder Pete Bellotte | |
| zuò cí : Bellotte, Moroder | |
| By the shore of the sea searching for his memory | |
| Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me | |
| In the early morning haze seagulls seem to cry my pain | |
| And the ocean feels it too sighs his name on whispering waves | |
| Wrote his name next to mine big and deep there in the sand | |
| Till the earth tends to flow and our names will be drowned | |
| All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze | |
| While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves | |
| There' s a bistro where we would dine each evening | |
| Candle light and | |
| California wine | |
| Love is holding hands across the table | |
| I still go past each night look for his car outside | |
| At the foot of this cliff we spent days weaving our dreams | |
| Making plans building homes raising kids and coloring scenes | |
| Then one morning he was gone and our story reached an end | |
| But his words still linger on on whispering waves | |
| By the shore of the sea searching for his memory | |
| Sifting sand through my hand weighing what he means to me | |
| All the birds sing harmonies to the top line of the breeze | |
| While the ocean breathes his name on whispering waves |