| 作曲 : Moor | |
| Don't tell me | |
| That you get sick of living | |
| When the summer's so forgiving although we have stolen | |
| All of the things that we though we had owned then | |
| Have disappeared | |
| All these things in flavour | |
| Won't do you no favours | |
| When the summer's light is fragrant with scents of returning | |
| You relent, you resent, now you're burning | |
| For nothing to change.... | |
| There's something there... | |
| (amongst the fallen fruit and flowers) | |
| Won't rest | |
| (only minutes, only hours) | |
| Unless | |
| (now the morning breaks in showers) | |
| I guess | |
| We'll remember this all of our lives | |
| On the last good day of the year | |
| All the leaves are turning | |
| Autumn's fingers burnished | |
| Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime | |
| Kinda working my way through a dream | |
| I was having alone | |
| There's something there... | |
| (amongst the fallen fruit and flowers) | |
| Won't rest | |
| (only minutes, only hours) | |
| Unless | |
| (now the morning breaks in showers) | |
| I'm left | |
| With the north wind breathing down my neck... | |
| On the last good day of the year..... | |
| (don't know where i end and where you begin...) |
| zuo qu : Moor | |
| Don' t tell me | |
| That you get sick of living | |
| When the summer' s so forgiving although we have stolen | |
| All of the things that we though we had owned then | |
| Have disappeared | |
| All these things in flavour | |
| Won' t do you no favours | |
| When the summer' s light is fragrant with scents of returning | |
| You relent, you resent, now you' re burning | |
| For nothing to change.... | |
| There' s something there... | |
| amongst the fallen fruit and flowers | |
| Won' t rest | |
| only minutes, only hours | |
| Unless | |
| now the morning breaks in showers | |
| I guess | |
| We' ll remember this all of our lives | |
| On the last good day of the year | |
| All the leaves are turning | |
| Autumn' s fingers burnished | |
| Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime | |
| Kinda working my way through a dream | |
| I was having alone | |
| There' s something there... | |
| amongst the fallen fruit and flowers | |
| Won' t rest | |
| only minutes, only hours | |
| Unless | |
| now the morning breaks in showers | |
| I' m left | |
| With the north wind breathing down my neck... | |
| On the last good day of the year..... | |
| don' t know where i end and where you begin... |
| zuò qǔ : Moor | |
| Don' t tell me | |
| That you get sick of living | |
| When the summer' s so forgiving although we have stolen | |
| All of the things that we though we had owned then | |
| Have disappeared | |
| All these things in flavour | |
| Won' t do you no favours | |
| When the summer' s light is fragrant with scents of returning | |
| You relent, you resent, now you' re burning | |
| For nothing to change.... | |
| There' s something there... | |
| amongst the fallen fruit and flowers | |
| Won' t rest | |
| only minutes, only hours | |
| Unless | |
| now the morning breaks in showers | |
| I guess | |
| We' ll remember this all of our lives | |
| On the last good day of the year | |
| All the leaves are turning | |
| Autumn' s fingers burnished | |
| Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime | |
| Kinda working my way through a dream | |
| I was having alone | |
| There' s something there... | |
| amongst the fallen fruit and flowers | |
| Won' t rest | |
| only minutes, only hours | |
| Unless | |
| now the morning breaks in showers | |
| I' m left | |
| With the north wind breathing down my neck... | |
| On the last good day of the year..... | |
| don' t know where i end and where you begin... |
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