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http://www.eemp3.com/audiofile/bfb067c7e9caa66fc7790ac8eaa62955.mp3
点击复制She tried to paint perfection
她试图描绘完美模样
But colors bled to gray
可色彩都褪成了灰白
She doesn't see her own reflection
她看不见自己的倒影
The mirror washed away
镜子早已消逝无踪
She thought the path was simple
她原以为前路简单坦荡
But echoes laughed instead
回声却只剩阵阵嘲嚷
She buried all the dreams she'd kindled
她将自己燃起的梦想尽数埋葬
And every word unsaid
还有那些未曾说出口的话
If you claim to know her core
若你说懂她内心深处模样
She'd weave a thousand tales
她便会编织千百个谎
Just to hide the bleeding core
只为遮掩那流血的心房
That her fortress has no doors
她的堡垒本就没有门窗
That she thrives in empty cells
却在空寂囚室里勉强生长
This stage is draped in silence
这舞台被寂静层层笼罩
Her script is stained with fear
她的剧本染满了恐惧的潮
She doesn't know how truth turned violent
她不懂真相怎会变得暴戾难料
Sometimes the lines appear
有时那些字句太过明了
Too sharp for any savior
尖锐得让救赎也无法停靠
Yet it's the script she can't discard
可这剧本，她终究无法抛掉
(Her own script!)
(那是她亲手写的剧本!)
She tried to paint perfection
她试图描绘完美模样
The canvas tore in two
画布却裂成了两半
Nothing felt like true connection
从未有过真切的联结感
It's hard to read her through
没人能将她彻底看穿
It cuts deeper than she knew
伤痛比她想象的更钻心刺骨
I guess the art was always blue
想来这艺术，本就始终染着蓝