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[00:00.000] 作词 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼[00:01.000] 作曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼[00:02.000] 编曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼[00:12.360]A woman in white once asked for a roof,[00:16.230]the shrine fell down, the winters grew long.[00:21.960]Grandma’ s square face, one clouded eye,[00:27.090]blue coat, black cloth binding the dawn.[00:33.030]Gold on the beam no hand could reach,[00:35.700]names on the wind like grain in a sieve—[00:38.730]we learned to eat from empty bowls,[00:41.100]and teach the living how to live.[00:44.340]“ I won’ t let you die,” he ran with a child,[00:52.170]west- facing roots and a match to the hill.[00:55.080]Ash took the scholar, ash took the hands,[00:57.810]the mountain learned a terrible skill.[01:00.540]Walls built into the back of night,[01:03.240]wolves counting doors with their breath—[01:06.030]a house that saves one candle’ s heat,[01:08.760]and plays its card against death.[01:14.940]Iron bowl, hold the snow,[01:16.830]red lantern, climb the trees.[01:19.620]Paper money turns to birds,[01:21.720]carrying news on winter breeze.[01:25.050]If the wheel remembers light,[01:27.600]if the fox has left the town,[01:30.270]let our laughter be the grain,[01:33.390]and our dead the fertile ground.[01:46.800]Children traded to kinder rooms,[01:49.440]some grew thin as a little bell’ s back.[01:53.010]One crossed graves to come home twice,[01:55.650]bare feet learning the map of lack.[01:58.410]The river kept its radio on,[02:01.230]the bridges hummed of other years—[02:03.900]I planted an antenna in the mound,[02:06.540]so grandpa could watch the evening news.[02:09.990]Iron bowl, hold the snow,[02:12.000]red lantern, climb the trees.[02:14.760]Paper money turns to birds,[02:16.860]carrying news on winter breeze.[02:20.190]If the wheel remembers light,[02:22.770]if the fox has left the town,[02:25.470]let our laughter be the grain,[02:28.560]and our dead the fertile ground.[02:31.710]Poker hands in a warm- lit room,[02:34.380]sewing machines that never came.[02:36.960]Bicycles riding the unborn road,[02:39.960]unmarked stones learning our names.[02:42.600]Time is a kiln, breath is clay,[02:45.180]souls are soybeans threshed at dusk—[02:48.090]spin the flail and sing the chaff,[02:50.940]feed the moon with what we trust.[02:53.520]An orphan fed us iron rice,[02:56.190]wood- shavings snowed from his sleeves.[02:59.130]Spring came in as a woman’ s voice,[03:01.800]scrubbing the floor, turning the leaves.[03:04.530]We carry them up the hill of years,[03:07.230]red lamps swinging in our hands—[03:10.350]some nights faith is a paper ash,[03:12.960]some nights doubt is holy land.[03:16.380]Iron bowl, hold the snow,[03:18.210]red lantern, climb the trees.[03:20.970]Paper money turns to birds,[03:23.070]carrying news on winter breeze.[03:26.400]If the wheel remembers light,[03:29.010]if the fox has left the town,[03:31.650]may our hunger bloom to bread,[03:34.740]and our laughing seed the ground.[03:37.920]A little tree on an older grave,[03:40.470]north wind tuning every bone.[03:43.110]When the broadcast ends, the stars remain[03:45.870]we walk the hill, and bring them home.