Singing Sunday

	作曲 : Mr.Graceless
	作词 : Mr.Graceless
	my recorder plays a song each day
	with my voice vibrating in the air
	trust the wind, his smell releases your charm
	dirty sorrow, I see him nowhere
	*
	wise man, like the tree ever green
	the lonely singer, in love with the strings
	wise man, like the tree ever green
	the lonely singer, in love with the strings
	*
	poor Jimmy told me the love was gone
	It's the memory that really sounds
	cute pretty girls, just let them go
	call it patience, wait until she knows

	zuò qǔ : Mr. Graceless
	zuò cí : Mr. Graceless
	my recorder plays a song each day
	with my voice vibrating in the air
	trust the wind, his smell releases your charm
	dirty sorrow, I see him nowhere

	wise man, like the tree ever green
	the lonely singer, in love with the strings
	wise man, like the tree ever green
	the lonely singer, in love with the strings

	poor Jimmy told me the love was gone
	It' s the memory that really sounds
	cute pretty girls, just let them go
	call it patience, wait until she knows