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作词：飞马流星
作曲：飞马流星
演唱：飞马流星
I'm a wild weed growing in the corner nigh
You're a potted flower on the balcony so shy
Every day I raise my head watch you sway in the breeze
But I can't even reach the dewdrops with ease
That day when the wind passed by you shed golden light
I straightened my withered waist and waited with all my might
But bees despise the deep soil around my root
You never see my figure in your view
The wild weed loves the potted flower it's a lost fight from the start
Even my tears can only soak into the earth's heart
Watching you held in his palm in gentle embrace
I dare not even turn yellow with a trace
The wild weed loving the potted flower should've been burned long ago
Even my cries turn into ashes that slowly flow
If in the next life I can still guard this street
Please be a pebble and trip me at my feet
After last night's storm you fell into the mire
I stretched my leaves hard hoping you'd lean on me higher
But you stared at the window sill calling his name
I found you felt the pain earlier than my decaying frame
The wild weed loves the potted flower it's a lost fight from the start
Even my decay can only be endured in silent part
Waiting for spring when you return to his warm embrace
It's ridiculous for me even to break through the space
The wild weed loving the potted flower should've been burned long ago
Even the word"love"can only float in the wind's flow
If one day you look down and see a withered line
That's the epitaph I carved with my root's entwine
When the moonlight dries my last tear drop
New wild weed seedlings grow from the soil on top
They look up and ask why I bend so low
I smile and say it's the most pious vow
The wild weed loves the potted flower it's a lost fight from the start
Even my tears can only soak into the earth's heart
Watching you held in his palm in gentle embrace
I dare not even turn yellow with a trace
The wild weed loving the potted flower should've been burned long ago
Even my cries turn into ashes that slowly flow
If in the next life I can still guard this street
Please be a pebble and trip me at my feet