00:00/00:00
外链地址
http://www.eemp3.com/audiofile/bd88c7e2452768cc5491d62558c1b2bc.mp3
点击复制
The trace of white that airplanes leave behind
Just like a painting where the canvas's the sky
It will always just continue, doesn't matter where it goes to
Almost like it knew the future ahead
I am deepening my breath though much is left to breath
I remember the sensation from the cooling breeze - it's still here with me
Both these hands and feet are bound by the future and its sound
But a quiet voice can free what is tied to me
So nostalgic to the eye, it is longing for my cry
One life, one summer's breeze and the light that gives me ease
Showering you, in its rays, the swaying wind, these summer days
The ball that's resting from a day of play
The petals scattered by the motions of sway
And the river so ethereal, that will carry both to safety
It is singing while its flowing ahead
There are secrets, there are lies but there is also bliss
Brought to life by all the children and what they wish - it's the world of life
*And this heart of mine is bound by the future and its sound
It will come to me someday, and its name I'll say
I'm in love with every sigh, it is longing for my cry
One life, one place to go, I'll return to you, so know
I'm reaching out, I'll be there, this summer day, won't disappear
*Repeat