Song | Ode to My Forthcoming Winter, Pt. 3 Autumn |
Artist | Autumn Tears |
Album | Love Poems for Dying Children, Act 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Autumn Tears |
[00:00.222] | 作曲 : Autumn Tears |
[00:00.445] | The dying leaves soundlessly fall |
[00:15.416] | The withering trees whisper of winter dreams |
[00:30.669] | Thus... she shamelessly unveils herself |
[00:38.482] | The silence is forever broken |
[00:53.747] | Behold her blanket of darkness |
[01:01.549] | Enshrouding the dying summer |
[01:09.334] | Inviting the solemn tranquility |
[01:16.823] | She beckons the earth with her kisses |
[01:33.791] | The winds play their autumnal melodies |
[01:48.295] | Her children sing the song of her coming |
[02:03.898] | Dark formations gather in her mirth |
[02:11.515] | To storm the gates of earthly bliss |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Autumn Tears |
[00:00.222] | zuo qu : Autumn Tears |
[00:00.445] | The dying leaves soundlessly fall |
[00:15.416] | The withering trees whisper of winter dreams |
[00:30.669] | Thus... she shamelessly unveils herself |
[00:38.482] | The silence is forever broken |
[00:53.747] | Behold her blanket of darkness |
[01:01.549] | Enshrouding the dying summer |
[01:09.334] | Inviting the solemn tranquility |
[01:16.823] | She beckons the earth with her kisses |
[01:33.791] | The winds play their autumnal melodies |
[01:48.295] | Her children sing the song of her coming |
[02:03.898] | Dark formations gather in her mirth |
[02:11.515] | To storm the gates of earthly bliss |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Autumn Tears |
[00:00.222] | zuò qǔ : Autumn Tears |
[00:00.445] | The dying leaves soundlessly fall |
[00:15.416] | The withering trees whisper of winter dreams |
[00:30.669] | Thus... she shamelessly unveils herself |
[00:38.482] | The silence is forever broken |
[00:53.747] | Behold her blanket of darkness |
[01:01.549] | Enshrouding the dying summer |
[01:09.334] | Inviting the solemn tranquility |
[01:16.823] | She beckons the earth with her kisses |
[01:33.791] | The winds play their autumnal melodies |
[01:48.295] | Her children sing the song of her coming |
[02:03.898] | Dark formations gather in her mirth |
[02:11.515] | To storm the gates of earthly bliss |