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点击复制Tears of aging
作词：飞马流星
作曲：飞马流星
演唱：飞马流星
The faded photo curls time at its rim
Fingerprints trace circles on glass filled with whim
In the corridor where you turned back that year
The moonlight still dries the unworn clothes oh so dear
The rusted vows sway in the windy space
Like the sudden halt in a silent film's chase
Fingers hang in the mid -air's direction
Can't catch that faded forgiveness's affection
The old tears wander in the memories' lane
Each rewind stirs up the old pain again
We're like stars on wrong tracks looking eye to eye
Measuring sweet desolation with light -year's sigh
The old tears rest in the drawer's embrace
Each drop turns to amber's heavy grace
Time brews it into the bitterest candy
On the tongue a salty and bitter false land
The music box plays a rusty tune
Each note steps on the old days' dune
You hide in the chorus' gentle hum
Suddenly stinging the healed itch with a thump
The faded movie replays in my mind
The film burns into longing's design
That line of dialogue echoes on my lips
But can't be pieced into a whole ship
The old tears wander in the memories' lane
Each rewind stirs up the old pain again
We're like stars on wrong tracks looking eye to eye
Measuring sweet desolation with light -year's sigh
The old tears rest in the drawer's embrace
Each drop turns to amber's heavy grace
Time brews it into the bitterest candy
On the tongue a salty and bitter false land
The letter paper folds into a boat and sails afar
Carrying the unopened wishes from that bar
The ink fades slowly in the moonlight's kiss
Like your face growing dimmer in this miss
The old tears wander in the memories' lane
Each rewind stirs up the old pain again
We're like stars on wrong tracks looking eye to eye
Measuring sweet desolation with light -year's sigh
The old tears rest in the drawer's embrace
Each drop turns to amber's heavy grace
Time brews it into the bitterest candy
On the tongue a salty and bitter false land
The radio whispers good -night with a hiss
Snow covers the empty side you left a bliss
Our story is sighed by time's gentle breath
Turned into a scratch on the record's death