[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Snowmine |
[00:20.557] | You know you'd say |
[00:22.504] | "Just one minute more! " |
[00:25.016] | If I gave one |
[00:30.398] | Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams? |
[00:40.664] | A lying fool? |
[00:42.252] | A peasant? |
[00:43.641] | Or a king? |
[00:50.520] | A show of strength |
[00:55.466] | Your show of strength |
[01:21.614] | You know you'd say |
[01:23.706] | "Just one minute more! " |
[01:26.225] | If I gave one |
[01:30.085] | Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams? |
[01:40.420] | A lying fool? |
[01:41.602] | A peasant? |
[01:42.681] | Or a king? |
[01:46.269] | A show of strength |
[01:51.453] | No one to thank |
[01:56.837] | Your show of strength |
[02:01.735] | Your page is blank |
[02:22.933] | You'd know a way you could soak me through |
[02:27.431] | To heavy to leave |
[02:33.136] | But now you'll sleep thinking of all your brightest things |
[02:41.872] | A dire fool |
[02:43.084] | A resting eye |
[02:44.393] | A scene |
[02:49.566] | These dire fools |
[02:50.518] | These resting eyes |
[02:51.770] | A scene |
[02:55.806] | A show of strength |
[03:01.289] | No one to thank |
[03:06.282] | Your show of strengt |
[03:11.231] | Your page is blank |
[03:15.768] | What was l back then? |
[03:20.424] | Your faded face? |
[03:23.242] | Your welcomed ache? |
[03:25.509] | Look at me that way again |
[03:30.269] | Stay awhile until we wake |
[03:44.596] | It's strange to think that at some point |
[03:47.878] | Your brain might interpret me as just some |
[03:50.729] | Beach ball bouncing down a sun heated asphalt driveway |
[03:53.405] | Or maybe a villain who's on his next conquest into the |
[03:56.964] | Dimmed-black outer reaches of your mind's kingdom |
[04:04.005] | To explore and steal secrets and regrets |
[04:06.217] | But I have to ignore anecdotes like that |
[04:09.524] | Or they might just squeeze my ribs into a |
[04:14.134] | Blackhole formed from the gravity on my chest |
[04:17.169] | And implode in on the very purpose of this exercise |
[04:23.298] | In independence and subjectivity |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Snowmine |
[00:20.557] | You know you' d say |
[00:22.504] | " Just one minute more! " |
[00:25.016] | If I gave one |
[00:30.398] | Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams? |
[00:40.664] | A lying fool? |
[00:42.252] | A peasant? |
[00:43.641] | Or a king? |
[00:50.520] | A show of strength |
[00:55.466] | Your show of strength |
[01:21.614] | You know you' d say |
[01:23.706] | " Just one minute more! " |
[01:26.225] | If I gave one |
[01:30.085] | Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams? |
[01:40.420] | A lying fool? |
[01:41.602] | A peasant? |
[01:42.681] | Or a king? |
[01:46.269] | A show of strength |
[01:51.453] | No one to thank |
[01:56.837] | Your show of strength |
[02:01.735] | Your page is blank |
[02:22.933] | You' d know a way you could soak me through |
[02:27.431] | To heavy to leave |
[02:33.136] | But now you' ll sleep thinking of all your brightest things |
[02:41.872] | A dire fool |
[02:43.084] | A resting eye |
[02:44.393] | A scene |
[02:49.566] | These dire fools |
[02:50.518] | These resting eyes |
[02:51.770] | A scene |
[02:55.806] | A show of strength |
[03:01.289] | No one to thank |
[03:06.282] | Your show of strengt |
[03:11.231] | Your page is blank |
[03:15.768] | What was l back then? |
[03:20.424] | Your faded face? |
[03:23.242] | Your welcomed ache? |
[03:25.509] | Look at me that way again |
[03:30.269] | Stay awhile until we wake |
[03:44.596] | It' s strange to think that at some point |
[03:47.878] | Your brain might interpret me as just some |
[03:50.729] | Beach ball bouncing down a sun heated asphalt driveway |
[03:53.405] | Or maybe a villain who' s on his next conquest into the |
[03:56.964] | Dimmedblack outer reaches of your mind' s kingdom |
[04:04.005] | To explore and steal secrets and regrets |
[04:06.217] | But I have to ignore anecdotes like that |
[04:09.524] | Or they might just squeeze my ribs into a |
[04:14.134] | Blackhole formed from the gravity on my chest |
[04:17.169] | And implode in on the very purpose of this exercise |
[04:23.298] | In independence and subjectivity |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Snowmine |
[00:20.557] | You know you' d say |
[00:22.504] | " Just one minute more! " |
[00:25.016] | If I gave one |
[00:30.398] | Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams? |
[00:40.664] | A lying fool? |
[00:42.252] | A peasant? |
[00:43.641] | Or a king? |
[00:50.520] | A show of strength |
[00:55.466] | Your show of strength |
[01:21.614] | You know you' d say |
[01:23.706] | " Just one minute more! " |
[01:26.225] | If I gave one |
[01:30.085] | Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams? |
[01:40.420] | A lying fool? |
[01:41.602] | A peasant? |
[01:42.681] | Or a king? |
[01:46.269] | A show of strength |
[01:51.453] | No one to thank |
[01:56.837] | Your show of strength |
[02:01.735] | Your page is blank |
[02:22.933] | You' d know a way you could soak me through |
[02:27.431] | To heavy to leave |
[02:33.136] | But now you' ll sleep thinking of all your brightest things |
[02:41.872] | A dire fool |
[02:43.084] | A resting eye |
[02:44.393] | A scene |
[02:49.566] | These dire fools |
[02:50.518] | These resting eyes |
[02:51.770] | A scene |
[02:55.806] | A show of strength |
[03:01.289] | No one to thank |
[03:06.282] | Your show of strengt |
[03:11.231] | Your page is blank |
[03:15.768] | What was l back then? |
[03:20.424] | Your faded face? |
[03:23.242] | Your welcomed ache? |
[03:25.509] | Look at me that way again |
[03:30.269] | Stay awhile until we wake |
[03:44.596] | It' s strange to think that at some point |
[03:47.878] | Your brain might interpret me as just some |
[03:50.729] | Beach ball bouncing down a sun heated asphalt driveway |
[03:53.405] | Or maybe a villain who' s on his next conquest into the |
[03:56.964] | Dimmedblack outer reaches of your mind' s kingdom |
[04:04.005] | To explore and steal secrets and regrets |
[04:06.217] | But I have to ignore anecdotes like that |
[04:09.524] | Or they might just squeeze my ribs into a |
[04:14.134] | Blackhole formed from the gravity on my chest |
[04:17.169] | And implode in on the very purpose of this exercise |
[04:23.298] | In independence and subjectivity |