| 作曲 : Forté | |
| Standing at the edge of life, questioning the moon, | |
| Riding some black unicorns, shadows will come soon | |
| What will be my face tomorrow, | |
| Will I crawl on sand? | |
| Is there any known feeling, on this mourning land? | |
| Cold winds whipping my back, | |
| Throrns handcuffs sharpening my wrists, | |
| My dreams are fading away | |
| Winters light is failing away, | |
| I am the star charmer, the spell keeper, | |
| Bound to me, all the chains to reverie | |
| Open, the main door if you find the key, | |
| But remember, your memories belongs to history | |
| Progenies of night and moonlight, | |
| Dancing towards me | |
| A dark black and hazy waltz, | |
| With a frightening melody, | |
| The road is long and sad, | |
| I'm alone out in the cold, | |
| Thought I was going mad, | |
| Maybe I'm simply getting old | |
| Cold winds whipping my back, | |
| Throrns handcuffs sharpening my wrists, | |
| My dreams are fading away | |
| Winters light is failing away, | |
| I am the star charmer, the spell keeper, | |
| Bound to me, all the chains to reverie | |
| Open, the main door if you find the key, | |
| But remember, your memories belongs to history |
| zuo qu : Forte | |
| Standing at the edge of life, questioning the moon, | |
| Riding some black unicorns, shadows will come soon | |
| What will be my face tomorrow, | |
| Will I crawl on sand? | |
| Is there any known feeling, on this mourning land? | |
| Cold winds whipping my back, | |
| Throrns handcuffs sharpening my wrists, | |
| My dreams are fading away | |
| Winters light is failing away, | |
| I am the star charmer, the spell keeper, | |
| Bound to me, all the chains to reverie | |
| Open, the main door if you find the key, | |
| But remember, your memories belongs to history | |
| Progenies of night and moonlight, | |
| Dancing towards me | |
| A dark black and hazy waltz, | |
| With a frightening melody, | |
| The road is long and sad, | |
| I' m alone out in the cold, | |
| Thought I was going mad, | |
| Maybe I' m simply getting old | |
| Cold winds whipping my back, | |
| Throrns handcuffs sharpening my wrists, | |
| My dreams are fading away | |
| Winters light is failing away, | |
| I am the star charmer, the spell keeper, | |
| Bound to me, all the chains to reverie | |
| Open, the main door if you find the key, | |
| But remember, your memories belongs to history |
| zuò qǔ : Forté | |
| Standing at the edge of life, questioning the moon, | |
| Riding some black unicorns, shadows will come soon | |
| What will be my face tomorrow, | |
| Will I crawl on sand? | |
| Is there any known feeling, on this mourning land? | |
| Cold winds whipping my back, | |
| Throrns handcuffs sharpening my wrists, | |
| My dreams are fading away | |
| Winters light is failing away, | |
| I am the star charmer, the spell keeper, | |
| Bound to me, all the chains to reverie | |
| Open, the main door if you find the key, | |
| But remember, your memories belongs to history | |
| Progenies of night and moonlight, | |
| Dancing towards me | |
| A dark black and hazy waltz, | |
| With a frightening melody, | |
| The road is long and sad, | |
| I' m alone out in the cold, | |
| Thought I was going mad, | |
| Maybe I' m simply getting old | |
| Cold winds whipping my back, | |
| Throrns handcuffs sharpening my wrists, | |
| My dreams are fading away | |
| Winters light is failing away, | |
| I am the star charmer, the spell keeper, | |
| Bound to me, all the chains to reverie | |
| Open, the main door if you find the key, | |
| But remember, your memories belongs to history |
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