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点击复制The Memories are gone(往日回响)-DJ 王玉芬
词：Cyc
曲：Cyc
I’m used to drinking whiskey neat without a cube of ice
I’m used to screens that light up without checking for you twice
The quiet understanding that we didn't need to name
Has turned into the distance keeping us outside the frame
My friends all say I’m independent, acting like I’m healed
I learned to hide my broken parts and keep the sorrow sealed
But when I lock the door and leave the city lights behind
The quiet of this empty room is suffocating my mind
The memories are scattering, lost into empty space
We're back to being friends, but now we cannot find our place
The photos in my gallery are hard for me to face
The saddest way to say goodbye is leaving without a trace
The promises have crumbled, falling heavy like a stone
I archived all our messages to prove I'm fine alone
The tickets for our future trip are cutting to the bone
The cruelest trick of time is I’m still here, and you have flown
My friends all say I’m independent, acting like I’m healed
I learned to hide my broken parts and keep the sorrow sealed
But when I lock the door and leave the city lights behind
The quiet of this empty room is suffocating my mind
The memories are scattering, lost into empty space
We're back to being friends, but now we cannot find our place
The photos in my gallery are hard for me to face
The saddest way to say goodbye is leaving without a trace
The promises have crumbled, falling heavy like a stone
I archived all our messages to prove I'm fine alone
The tickets for our future trip are cutting to the bone
The cruelest trick of time is I’m still here, and you have flown
The memories are scattering, lost into empty space
We're back to being friends, but now we cannot find our place
The photos in my gallery are hard for me to face
The saddest way to say goodbye is leaving without a trace
The promises have crumbled, falling heavy like a stone
I archived all our messages to prove I'm fine alone
The tickets for our future trip are cutting to the bone
The cruelest trick of time is I’m still here, and you have flown