歌曲 | Prologue |
歌手 | Jean-Luc Ponty |
专辑 | The Gift Of Time |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
标题:Prologue (Where We End...) | |
艺术家:ECHOES | |
Born from the sun, | |
this was meant to last more than just a flutter | |
As the seasons came to pass | |
and the world's weight shifted | |
From tired shoulders | |
into the hearts of those who were ailing | |
Hope forever lost in the currents of life | |
all that remains just a glimmer | |
But my heart knows this | |
and knows it well for it has suffered | |
Felt joy, felt pain, felt happiness, | |
tasted defeat, basked in its glory | |
That who was once lost can always come back to us | |
For our actions shape the world | |
and our inaction does as well | |
And even with a heart broken and tears in my eyes | |
I needed to tell you, | |
this is where I end and where this story begins |
biao ti: Prologue Where We End... | |
yi shu jia: ECHOES | |
Born from the sun, | |
this was meant to last more than just a flutter | |
As the seasons came to pass | |
and the world' s weight shifted | |
From tired shoulders | |
into the hearts of those who were ailing | |
Hope forever lost in the currents of life | |
all that remains just a glimmer | |
But my heart knows this | |
and knows it well for it has suffered | |
Felt joy, felt pain, felt happiness, | |
tasted defeat, basked in its glory | |
That who was once lost can always come back to us | |
For our actions shape the world | |
and our inaction does as well | |
And even with a heart broken and tears in my eyes | |
I needed to tell you, | |
this is where I end and where this story begins |
biāo tí: Prologue Where We End... | |
yì shù jiā: ECHOES | |
Born from the sun, | |
this was meant to last more than just a flutter | |
As the seasons came to pass | |
and the world' s weight shifted | |
From tired shoulders | |
into the hearts of those who were ailing | |
Hope forever lost in the currents of life | |
all that remains just a glimmer | |
But my heart knows this | |
and knows it well for it has suffered | |
Felt joy, felt pain, felt happiness, | |
tasted defeat, basked in its glory | |
That who was once lost can always come back to us | |
For our actions shape the world | |
and our inaction does as well | |
And even with a heart broken and tears in my eyes | |
I needed to tell you, | |
this is where I end and where this story begins |