我不愿离开 - 屿尽逢.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : 屿尽逢
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 屿尽逢
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 屿尽逢
[00:14.550]City lights seep through the curtains,
[00:17.970]Your shadow paints the wall like old photographs.
[00:24.960]Every heartbeat hums a silent chorus–
[00:29.190]Stay tonight, rewrite our epitaph.
[00:36.060]Fingertips trace the cracks in time,
[00:39.480]Your voice still lingers like a skipped heartbeat.
[00:47.370]I don’ t wanna leave, don’ t wanna fade,
[00:51.600]These sundials we made.
[00:52.080]The maps we drew in neon ink,
[00:57.390]Now seeping through the kitchen sink.
[00:59.010]Hold me like the August rain,
[00:59.580]Before autumn claims our fragile chain.
[01:15.000]I don’ t wanna leave, don’ t wanna fade,
[01:19.110]These sundials we made.
[01:19.590]The roads we paved with whispered lies,
[01:25.260]Now melting under twilight skies.
[01:33.030]Hold me like the August rain,
[01:33.750]Before autumn claims our fragile chain.
[01:42.780]Train whistles carve through midnight’ s throat,
[01:46.290]Your laughter’ s fossil in the coat I stole.
[01:50.280]We built cathedrals from coffee stains,
[01:56.670]Now the altar’ s cold, but I’ m still sold.
[02:03.750]Unstitch the seams of yesterday,
[02:07.050]Each thread a prayer we ate.
[02:10.590]If leaving’ s just a verb we breathe,
[02:13.830]Why does silence taste like grief?
[02:18.300]The door stays ajar, chewing our syllables,
[02:25.350]Two ghosts waltzing in the ashes of this frame.
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作词 : 屿尽逢
作曲 : 屿尽逢
编曲 : 屿尽逢
City lights seep through the curtains,
Your shadow paints the wall like old photographs.
Every heartbeat hums a silent chorus–
Stay tonight, rewrite our epitaph.
Fingertips trace the cracks in time,
Your voice still lingers like a skipped heartbeat.
I don’ t wanna leave, don’ t wanna fade,
These sundials we made.
The maps we drew in neon ink,
Now seeping through the kitchen sink.
Hold me like the August rain,
Before autumn claims our fragile chain.
I don’ t wanna leave, don’ t wanna fade,
These sundials we made.
The roads we paved with whispered lies,
Now melting under twilight skies.
Hold me like the August rain,
Before autumn claims our fragile chain.
Train whistles carve through midnight’ s throat,
Your laughter’ s fossil in the coat I stole.
We built cathedrals from coffee stains,
Now the altar’ s cold, but I’ m still sold.
Unstitch the seams of yesterday,
Each thread a prayer we ate.
If leaving’ s just a verb we breathe,
Why does silence taste like grief?
The door stays ajar, chewing our syllables,
Two ghosts waltzing in the ashes of this frame.