| 作词 : moza/cindy | |
| 作曲 : moza | |
| I don't deserve to sit | |
| on the throne | |
| They haven’t heard | |
| my silly voice yet | |
| Stupid voice | |
| Sometimes better to be silent | |
| It saves my grace | |
| As soon as I say | |
| My dignity is gone | |
| Everyone wants something from me | |
| want to hear that firm will | |
| There’s no way to avoid | |
| This microphone | |
| I just can't find mine | |
| It’s brother’s crown | |
| The crowd will laugh at me | |
| for my weird speech | |
| Might be a wrong fate | |
| So my lips are closed | |
| Your king | |
| The majesty you see now | |
| is afraid and fool | |
| Brother left to find | |
| his private life | |
| Left alone means facing my defect | |
| Spitting out some words | |
| with hard breath | |
| But it's jumbled | |
| And the countdown is over | |
| The mic is on | |
| I just can't find mine | |
| It’s brother’s crown | |
| The crowd will laugh at me | |
| for my weird speech | |
| Might be a wrong fate | |
| So my lips are closed | |
| Your king | |
| The majesty you see now | |
| is afraid and fool | |
| I just can't find mine | |
| It’s brother’s crown | |
| The crowd will laugh at me | |
| So my lips are closed | |
| slowly | |
| relax | |
| breathe deep | |
| more clearly | |
| like this script | |
| naturally | |
| The mic is on |
| zuo ci : moza cindy | |
| zuo qu : moza | |
| I don' t deserve to sit | |
| on the throne | |
| They haven' t heard | |
| my silly voice yet | |
| Stupid voice | |
| Sometimes better to be silent | |
| It saves my grace | |
| As soon as I say | |
| My dignity is gone | |
| Everyone wants something from me | |
| want to hear that firm will | |
| There' s no way to avoid | |
| This microphone | |
| I just can' t find mine | |
| It' s brother' s crown | |
| The crowd will laugh at me | |
| for my weird speech | |
| Might be a wrong fate | |
| So my lips are closed | |
| Your king | |
| The majesty you see now | |
| is afraid and fool | |
| Brother left to find | |
| his private life | |
| Left alone means facing my defect | |
| Spitting out some words | |
| with hard breath | |
| But it' s jumbled | |
| And the countdown is over | |
| The mic is on | |
| I just can' t find mine | |
| It' s brother' s crown | |
| The crowd will laugh at me | |
| for my weird speech | |
| Might be a wrong fate | |
| So my lips are closed | |
| Your king | |
| The majesty you see now | |
| is afraid and fool | |
| I just can' t find mine | |
| It' s brother' s crown | |
| The crowd will laugh at me | |
| So my lips are closed | |
| slowly | |
| relax | |
| breathe deep | |
| more clearly | |
| like this script | |
| naturally | |
| The mic is on |
| zuò cí : moza cindy | |
| zuò qǔ : moza | |
| I don' t deserve to sit | |
| on the throne | |
| They haven' t heard | |
| my silly voice yet | |
| Stupid voice | |
| Sometimes better to be silent | |
| It saves my grace | |
| As soon as I say | |
| My dignity is gone | |
| Everyone wants something from me | |
| want to hear that firm will | |
| There' s no way to avoid | |
| This microphone | |
| I just can' t find mine | |
| It' s brother' s crown | |
| The crowd will laugh at me | |
| for my weird speech | |
| Might be a wrong fate | |
| So my lips are closed | |
| Your king | |
| The majesty you see now | |
| is afraid and fool | |
| Brother left to find | |
| his private life | |
| Left alone means facing my defect | |
| Spitting out some words | |
| with hard breath | |
| But it' s jumbled | |
| And the countdown is over | |
| The mic is on | |
| I just can' t find mine | |
| It' s brother' s crown | |
| The crowd will laugh at me | |
| for my weird speech | |
| Might be a wrong fate | |
| So my lips are closed | |
| Your king | |
| The majesty you see now | |
| is afraid and fool | |
| I just can' t find mine | |
| It' s brother' s crown | |
| The crowd will laugh at me | |
| So my lips are closed | |
| slowly | |
| relax | |
| breathe deep | |
| more clearly | |
| like this script | |
| naturally | |
| The mic is on |
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