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山野间花又落(DJ 阿诉版)
演唱：海纳-沈妍
作词：海纳-沈妍
作曲：海纳-沈妍
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I walked the old path where we used to go
Through the hills that watched our love grow
The breeze still whispers your name somehow
But you're not here with me now
The branches bend where you touched them last
I can almost see you walking past
Your footprints faded with the rain
But the ache in my chest still remains
The wild vines climb the broken stone
Where I once sat with you alone
The sun still sets behind the same old pine
But nothing tastes like that borrowed time
I picked a flower from the field that day
Pressed it in a book to make it stay
The pages yellowed, the petals turned brown
But I never had the heart to throw it down
Seasons change but the hill remembers
Every ember turns to winter's cold embers
The wind still carries what we left unsaid
And the flowers keep falling where we once bled
Among the hills, the flowers fall again
Like scattered letters from a forgotten pen
White and purple, scattered on the ground
Every petal is a prayer without a sound
Among the hills, the flowers fall and fade
Like every promise that we ever made
The mountain watches, the river flows
And the only thing that stays is letting go
I came back here to bury the past
To scatter the ashes of what couldn't last
But the earth was soft and the roots ran deep
So I knelt in silence and began to weep
The flowers fell like snow around my head
White on my shoulders, white on the dead
Not the dead of a body, but the death of a dream
The quiet ending of an unfinished theme
**Bridge**
Maybe love is like these falling blooms
Lovely for a moment, then gone too soon
But even as they wither on the ground
Their scent still lingers all around
So I'll let them fall, I'll let them rot
I'll let the earth take all I've got
Because every ending plants a seed
For the next flower that I'll need
Among the hills, the flowers fall again
Like quiet endings that never pretend
Pink and golden, scattered on the hill
Every falling is a standing still
Among the hills, the flowers fall and turn
Back to the soil from which they were born
The mountain watches, the wild wind blows
And the only thing that stays is what we let go
Among the hills, the flowers fall...
The flowers fall...
And I am small...
But I am part of it all.
Next spring the buds will break the ground
And I won't be here to see them found
But somewhere someone will walk this hill
And watch the flowers fall...
And stand still.