So Frail 歌词

	作曲 : Vladimir
	While the reflection of past scars
	Still faintly shines, still weekly whines,
	A new flame dawns, calm and pale
	Surrounded by a white glow, but so frail.
	It enlightened my deafened scream,
	Where hatred was reigning supreme,
	Thus switching ways, inverting nights and days
	And breaking the walls of my rational maze.
	Of my past, there remained only a heavy ruin,
	Finally allowing my cold self to breath in.
	Of my plans of a slow succumbing,
	Silent smokes were now escaping, from their ashes dying.
	Down below, deep under my skin
	A cold hole, not meant to be filled in
	A secret place, where no light had ever made its way
	And where each color would have turned to grey
	Right next to that cavity, a dead battering in a lonely grave
	Carrying life as a moribund soul for continuity would crave
	But its slow pulse one day you troubled
	As its shameful cadence you entered
	I am the monstrous soul, The one that never drifts but always crawls.
	Lend me your wings so we can fly
	And reach the welkin high

	zuo qu : Vladimir
	While the reflection of past scars
	Still faintly shines, still weekly whines,
	A new flame dawns, calm and pale
	Surrounded by a white glow, but so frail.
	It enlightened my deafened scream,
	Where hatred was reigning supreme,
	Thus switching ways, inverting nights and days
	And breaking the walls of my rational maze.
	Of my past, there remained only a heavy ruin,
	Finally allowing my cold self to breath in.
	Of my plans of a slow succumbing,
	Silent smokes were now escaping, from their ashes dying.
	Down below, deep under my skin
	A cold hole, not meant to be filled in
	A secret place, where no light had ever made its way
	And where each color would have turned to grey
	Right next to that cavity, a dead battering in a lonely grave
	Carrying life as a moribund soul for continuity would crave
	But its slow pulse one day you troubled
	As its shameful cadence you entered
	I am the monstrous soul, The one that never drifts but always crawls.
	Lend me your wings so we can fly
	And reach the welkin high

	zuò qǔ : Vladimir
	While the reflection of past scars
	Still faintly shines, still weekly whines,
	A new flame dawns, calm and pale
	Surrounded by a white glow, but so frail.
	It enlightened my deafened scream,
	Where hatred was reigning supreme,
	Thus switching ways, inverting nights and days
	And breaking the walls of my rational maze.
	Of my past, there remained only a heavy ruin,
	Finally allowing my cold self to breath in.
	Of my plans of a slow succumbing,
	Silent smokes were now escaping, from their ashes dying.
	Down below, deep under my skin
	A cold hole, not meant to be filled in
	A secret place, where no light had ever made its way
	And where each color would have turned to grey
	Right next to that cavity, a dead battering in a lonely grave
	Carrying life as a moribund soul for continuity would crave
	But its slow pulse one day you troubled
	As its shameful cadence you entered
	I am the monstrous soul, The one that never drifts but always crawls.
	Lend me your wings so we can fly
	And reach the welkin high

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