Iron Bowl & Red Lanterns - Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼.mp3

[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.