| 作曲 : Cursive | |
| I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame | |
| That once burned within these fists where defeat remains | |
| The night has fallen down the staircase... | |
| I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame | |
| That once burned within these fists where defeat remains | |
| One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies | |
| And I swear I tried to care | |
| I tried, I tried... | |
| But the icicles hung down like prison bars... | |
| I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame | |
| That once burned within these fists where defeat remains | |
| One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies | |
| And I swear I tried to care | |
| I tried, I tried... | |
| (And) I lost the will to fight... | |
| The will to fight... | |
| (I lost the will to fight... I lost the will to fight... I lost it... I lost it... | |
| I lost the will to fight.) |
| zuo qu : Cursive | |
| I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame | |
| That once burned within these fists where defeat remains | |
| The night has fallen down the staircase... | |
| I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame | |
| That once burned within these fists where defeat remains | |
| One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies | |
| And I swear I tried to care | |
| I tried, I tried... | |
| But the icicles hung down like prison bars... | |
| I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame | |
| That once burned within these fists where defeat remains | |
| One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies | |
| And I swear I tried to care | |
| I tried, I tried... | |
| And I lost the will to fight... | |
| The will to fight... | |
| I lost the will to fight... I lost the will to fight... I lost it... I lost it... | |
| I lost the will to fight. |
| zuò qǔ : Cursive | |
| I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame | |
| That once burned within these fists where defeat remains | |
| The night has fallen down the staircase... | |
| I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame | |
| That once burned within these fists where defeat remains | |
| One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies | |
| And I swear I tried to care | |
| I tried, I tried... | |
| But the icicles hung down like prison bars... | |
| I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame | |
| That once burned within these fists where defeat remains | |
| One Februrary night, we screamed our agonies | |
| And I swear I tried to care | |
| I tried, I tried... | |
| And I lost the will to fight... | |
| The will to fight... | |
| I lost the will to fight... I lost the will to fight... I lost it... I lost it... | |
| I lost the will to fight. |
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