一个囤积癖的乐园——致幻想的你。

四点—佐钰:

存档灵魂:

The Rider Song
骑士之歌

 

【歌词】　

 

‘When?’ 
said the moon to the stars in the sky
‘Soon’ 
said the wind that followed them all
“何时”
月亮在夜空对星辰说道
“很快”
风儿经过身边如此回答

 

‘Who?’ 
said the cloud that started to cry
‘Me’ 
said the rider as dry as a bone
“谁”
云一开口就止不住哭泣
“我”
干如枯骨的骑士回答道

 

‘How?’ 
said the sun that melted the ground
and ‘Why?’ 
said the river that refused to run
“如何”
融化了大地的太阳问道
还有“为何”
溪水迷惑不解拒绝了前行

 

and ‘Where?’ 
said the thunder without a sound
‘Here’
said the rider and took up his gun
还有“在哪”
无声的闪电四处寻觅
“这儿”
骑士说着掏出了他的枪

 

‘No’ 
said the stars to the moon in the sky
‘No’ 
said the trees that started to moan
“不”
星辰在夜空对月亮回答道
“不”
那棵树开始了沉重的低吟

 

‘No’ 
said the dust that blunted its eyes
‘Yes’ 
said the rider as white as a bone
“不”
扬起的尘埃遮住了双眼
“对”
苍白如枯骨的骑士回答

 

‘No’ 
said the moon that rose from his sleep
‘No’ 
said the cry of the dying sun
“不”
月亮喃喃自语的爬出梦魇
“不”
垂死的太阳抽噎着央求道

 

‘No’ 
said the planet as it started to weep
‘Yes’ 
said the rider and laid down his gun
“不”
星辰流下无尽的泪
“对”
骑士说着放下了枪

 

The Rider Song

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