歌曲 | Conservatory Resonance |
歌手 | Novembre |
专辑 | Novembrine Waltz |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Novembre | |
Through the painting and the wite busts in the corridor of the fountain from a century | |
I try to find you, | |
I try The veil, the veil of the night descends heavy upon our school | |
Where the music found shelter from the havoc of the plebeians thirst | |
And I wonder why birds are silent now and our tools of notes worn as your love | |
A young boy takes a violin and puts all his dreams in it and turns towards the dusky skyline, smiling | |
Smiling, as yet he ignores the minstrels fate to need for a love vast as sky impossible to find | |
Or maybe he'll find flower on which you'll share some joy the kind of those greeting the end |
zuo qu : Novembre | |
Through the painting and the wite busts in the corridor of the fountain from a century | |
I try to find you, | |
I try The veil, the veil of the night descends heavy upon our school | |
Where the music found shelter from the havoc of the plebeians thirst | |
And I wonder why birds are silent now and our tools of notes worn as your love | |
A young boy takes a violin and puts all his dreams in it and turns towards the dusky skyline, smiling | |
Smiling, as yet he ignores the minstrels fate to need for a love vast as sky impossible to find | |
Or maybe he' ll find flower on which you' ll share some joy the kind of those greeting the end |
zuò qǔ : Novembre | |
Through the painting and the wite busts in the corridor of the fountain from a century | |
I try to find you, | |
I try The veil, the veil of the night descends heavy upon our school | |
Where the music found shelter from the havoc of the plebeians thirst | |
And I wonder why birds are silent now and our tools of notes worn as your love | |
A young boy takes a violin and puts all his dreams in it and turns towards the dusky skyline, smiling | |
Smiling, as yet he ignores the minstrels fate to need for a love vast as sky impossible to find | |
Or maybe he' ll find flower on which you' ll share some joy the kind of those greeting the end |