作曲 : Anekdoten, Liljestrom | |
I watch the clouds through my window, sail across the sky | |
And underneath the canopy, gulls, they wheel and glide | |
The shoreline stretches endlessly along these windswept plains | |
I wander through this barren land where solitude remains | |
I've made myself a universe in this far-off home | |
Unseen from the outside world, here | |
I live and roam | |
And though | |
I've tried assiduously to heal the wounds with time you'll haunt me in my memories until | |
I die If I should meet you after all these years, how could | |
I find the words? | |
I'd greet you with silence and with tears for all the time we've lost | |
The days get shorter as weeks pass, summer turns to fall | |
The birds will cease to sing and chant and follow with the call | |
It's getting clearer and the truth unsparingly reveals | |
I've drifted imperceptibly out to sea | |
If I should meet you after all these years, how could | |
I find the words? | |
I'd greet you with passion and with tears for all the time we've lost time lost |
zuo qu : Anekdoten, Liljestrom | |
I watch the clouds through my window, sail across the sky | |
And underneath the canopy, gulls, they wheel and glide | |
The shoreline stretches endlessly along these windswept plains | |
I wander through this barren land where solitude remains | |
I' ve made myself a universe in this faroff home | |
Unseen from the outside world, here | |
I live and roam | |
And though | |
I' ve tried assiduously to heal the wounds with time you' ll haunt me in my memories until | |
I die If I should meet you after all these years, how could | |
I find the words? | |
I' d greet you with silence and with tears for all the time we' ve lost | |
The days get shorter as weeks pass, summer turns to fall | |
The birds will cease to sing and chant and follow with the call | |
It' s getting clearer and the truth unsparingly reveals | |
I' ve drifted imperceptibly out to sea | |
If I should meet you after all these years, how could | |
I find the words? | |
I' d greet you with passion and with tears for all the time we' ve lost time lost |
zuò qǔ : Anekdoten, Liljestrom | |
I watch the clouds through my window, sail across the sky | |
And underneath the canopy, gulls, they wheel and glide | |
The shoreline stretches endlessly along these windswept plains | |
I wander through this barren land where solitude remains | |
I' ve made myself a universe in this faroff home | |
Unseen from the outside world, here | |
I live and roam | |
And though | |
I' ve tried assiduously to heal the wounds with time you' ll haunt me in my memories until | |
I die If I should meet you after all these years, how could | |
I find the words? | |
I' d greet you with silence and with tears for all the time we' ve lost | |
The days get shorter as weeks pass, summer turns to fall | |
The birds will cease to sing and chant and follow with the call | |
It' s getting clearer and the truth unsparingly reveals | |
I' ve drifted imperceptibly out to sea | |
If I should meet you after all these years, how could | |
I find the words? | |
I' d greet you with passion and with tears for all the time we' ve lost time lost |