Song | In the Garden of Sadness |
Artist | Inner Shrine |
Album | Fallen Beauty |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Liotti, Moretti | |
...Sad roundabout...as life passes by | |
Lost thoughts melted with my memories ...and my passions...and my aspirations... ...all gone... as the roundabout turns around | |
Like a child laughing and crying in the shadows of a life spent in ignorance | |
A great void surrounds me while she entangles and absorbs my mind | |
Unaware of our condition...silent...we stroll in the garden of sadness and desperation | |
Now...a passing life will lead to another ... | |
And our futile tears are balm drops lost in the stream of life ... | |
And our painful thoughts are dead leaves brought away by the wind | |
But now I must go away, far from this perenial wheel... that will turn eternally...driven be each of our stories |
zuo qu : Liotti, Moretti | |
... Sad roundabout... as life passes by | |
Lost thoughts melted with my memories ... and my passions... and my aspirations... ... all gone... as the roundabout turns around | |
Like a child laughing and crying in the shadows of a life spent in ignorance | |
A great void surrounds me while she entangles and absorbs my mind | |
Unaware of our condition... silent... we stroll in the garden of sadness and desperation | |
Now... a passing life will lead to another ... | |
And our futile tears are balm drops lost in the stream of life ... | |
And our painful thoughts are dead leaves brought away by the wind | |
But now I must go away, far from this perenial wheel... that will turn eternally... driven be each of our stories |
zuò qǔ : Liotti, Moretti | |
... Sad roundabout... as life passes by | |
Lost thoughts melted with my memories ... and my passions... and my aspirations... ... all gone... as the roundabout turns around | |
Like a child laughing and crying in the shadows of a life spent in ignorance | |
A great void surrounds me while she entangles and absorbs my mind | |
Unaware of our condition... silent... we stroll in the garden of sadness and desperation | |
Now... a passing life will lead to another ... | |
And our futile tears are balm drops lost in the stream of life ... | |
And our painful thoughts are dead leaves brought away by the wind | |
But now I must go away, far from this perenial wheel... that will turn eternally... driven be each of our stories |