The Thirtieth Dust -Dunai (奈)

词：Jinx

曲：Jinx

【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】

Mm~mm~yeah~

Getting a little heavy...

I’m digging through the pockets of a jacket I was wearing when the world was still a wide and open space

Searching for the scrap of paper where I wrote down every single dream I thought I’d finally get to chase

But the ink is getting blurry and my hands are getting steady in a way that I was never meant to be

And I’m looking in the mirror at a woman who is acting like she’s never even heard of me

There’s a quiet kind of settling in the middle of the fire that I promised I would always keep alive

Trading in the mountain for a garden where I’m doing everything I can to only just survive

I used to think that thirty was a window looking out into a valley where the light would never end

But I’m just a lonely traveler who is making peace with shadows that I used to call a friend

Yeah, it’s all just a blur...

The momentum is a river that I can’t outrun

Gliding in the shadows, chasing the sun...

(Whoa, I'm falling now...)

Oh, I’m just dancing with the dust of the girl I used to be!

Paying for a version that was never part of the free!

The beat is moving forward but I’m circling the relics of a lost intent

Spending all my spirit on a destiny that was only ever borrowed or lent

Yeah, it’s the dust...

The thirtieth dust...

Mm~yeah~

The dust...

I used to think that time was just a gallery where I could hang my heavy dreams and watch them grow

But I was just an architect of every single wall I promised myself I would eventually overthrow

Now I’m documenting the distance between the symphony and the silence of the frame

Learning how to live inside the hollow of a heart that’s forgotten its own name

The momentum is a river that I can’t outrun

Gliding in the shadows, chasing the sun...

(Yeah...)

Oh, I’m just dancing with the dust of the girl I used to be!

Paying for a version that was never part of the free!

The beat is moving forward but I’m circling the relics of a lost intent

Spending all my spirit on a destiny that was only ever borrowed or lent

The thirtieth year...

The dust on my skin...

Still here...