Autumn - 顺德灵机.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : 顺德灵机
[00:00.327] 作曲 : 顺德灵机
[00:00.654] 编曲 : 顺德灵机
[00:00.981] 制作人 : 顺德灵机
[00:01.308]《Autumn》
[00:04.603]Write a lyric: Shunde Lingji
[00:05.398]Compose music: Shunde Lingji
[00:06.281]Producer: Shunde Lingji
[00:07.140]Vocal Producer: Sandy/ Lemon tree
[00:08.004]Guitar: Due East/ Jayl
[00:08.860]Backing Vocals Arrangement: Due East
[00:09.722]Recording Studio: Mplyp Studio
[00:10.554]Vocal Recorded by: Jack Dai
[00:11.449]Mixing & Mastering Engineer:Shunde Lingji
[00:12.250]Project Executive:Wang Chen,
[00:13.049]OP : Universe Star Clear Cultural Media Co., Ltd
[00:13.844]The weary branches bow like beggars' hands,
[00:20.053]Moaning under the wild wind's stinging whip.
[00:26.006]A few last leaves are flung like discarded letters,
[00:32.560]Landing at my feet - their rusted epitaphs.
[00:38.779]
[00:41.394]The sky wears a cloak of ashen gray,
[00:47.417]Whispering winter's on its way.
[00:51.929]
[00:54.342]Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
[00:57.947]Carving cracks in weathered stones.
[01:01.270]Every leaf that falls is a memory,
[01:04.807]Fading slow like ember glow.
[01:07.733]
[01:08.534]Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
[01:11.693]Carving cracks in weathered stones.
[01:14.831]Every branch that breaks is a story,
[01:18.496]Written deep in autumn's diary.
[01:23.366]
[01:35.656]The ground is paved with golden scars,
[01:42.239]Footsteps echo like distant stars.
[01:47.715]The chill it creeps through threadbare seams,
[01:55.968]Stealing warmth from broken dreams.
[02:02.254]
[02:03.682]The sky wears a cloak of ashen gray,
[02:08.535]Whispering winter's on its way.
[02:13.063]
[02:16.004]Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
[02:20.364]Carving cracks in weathered stones.
[02:23.690]Every leaf that falls is a memory,
[02:26.986]Fading slow like ember glow.
[02:30.665]
[02:31.230]Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
[02:33.912]Carving cracks in weathered stones.
[02:37.545]Every branch that breaks is a story,
[02:40.737]Written deep in autumn's diary.
[02:44.097]
[02:47.498]Time folds the pages, crisp and thin,
[02:53.130]Where summer's ink has bled within.
[02:59.460]The frost will come to seal each line,
[03:07.573]Till spring rewrites the aching rhyme.
[03:11.776]
[03:14.935]Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
[03:18.982]Carving cracks in weathered stones.
[03:21.997]Every leaf that falls is a memory,
[03:25.256]Fading slow like ember glow.
[03:27.283]
[03:28.738]Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
[03:32.625]Carving cracks in weathered stones.
[03:35.622]Every branch that breaks is a story,
[03:39.096]Written deep in autumn's diary.
文本歌词
作词 : 顺德灵机
作曲 : 顺德灵机
编曲 : 顺德灵机
制作人 : 顺德灵机
《Autumn》
Write a lyric: Shunde Lingji
Compose music: Shunde Lingji
Producer: Shunde Lingji
Vocal Producer: Sandy/ Lemon tree
Guitar: Due East/ Jayl
Backing Vocals Arrangement: Due East
Recording Studio: Mplyp Studio
Vocal Recorded by: Jack Dai
Mixing & Mastering Engineer:Shunde Lingji
Project Executive:Wang Chen,
OP : Universe Star Clear Cultural Media Co., Ltd
The weary branches bow like beggars' hands,
Moaning under the wild wind's stinging whip.
A few last leaves are flung like discarded letters,
Landing at my feet - their rusted epitaphs.
The sky wears a cloak of ashen gray,
Whispering winter's on its way.
Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
Carving cracks in weathered stones.
Every leaf that falls is a memory,
Fading slow like ember glow.
Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
Carving cracks in weathered stones.
Every branch that breaks is a story,
Written deep in autumn's diary.
The ground is paved with golden scars,
Footsteps echo like distant stars.
The chill it creeps through threadbare seams,
Stealing warmth from broken dreams.
The sky wears a cloak of ashen gray,
Whispering winter's on its way.
Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
Carving cracks in weathered stones.
Every leaf that falls is a memory,
Fading slow like ember glow.
Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
Carving cracks in weathered stones.
Every branch that breaks is a story,
Written deep in autumn's diary.
Time folds the pages, crisp and thin,
Where summer's ink has bled within.
The frost will come to seal each line,
Till spring rewrites the aching rhyme.
Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
Carving cracks in weathered stones.
Every leaf that falls is a memory,
Fading slow like ember glow.
Oh the trees they sigh in hollow tones,
Carving cracks in weathered stones.
Every branch that breaks is a story,
Written deep in autumn's diary.