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点击复制Time runs down between the hands of fate,
It drifts like feathers, soft yet great.
As fast as bullets carving scars,
As red as blood beneath the stars.
Time won’t return, it won’t delay,
It fades, it burns, it slips away.
The mage who heals, the heart’s command,
The keeper of what we can’t withstand.
If you’re so wise, divine, sublime,
Why can’t you calm this pain of mine?
Oh, cursed time…
Its end’s illusion, short and brief,
When one life fades, new blooms the grief.
Eternal cycles twist and spin,
But time won’t ever turn again.
Time won’t return, it won’t delay,
It fades, it burns, it slips away.
The mage who heals, the heart’s command,
The keeper of what we can’t withstand.
If you’re so wise, divine, sublime,
Why can’t you calm this pain of mine?
Oh, cursed time…
The mage who heals, the heart’s command,
The lord of tears we can’t withstand.
If you’re so wise, divine, sublime,
Why can’t you heal this soul of mine?
The mage who heals, the heart’s design,
The god that steals what once was mine.
If you’re so wise, beyond the line —
Why curse me so, oh endless time?