更新时间:2015-05-22
小酹 • 尘与雪:script
When you come to me at this moment,minutes become hours,hours become days,days become a life time.
Ever since my house burnt down, I see the moon more clearly.
I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me, I saw Edens that I had held in my hands but let go,
I saw promises I did not keep,
pains I did not throw,
wounds I did not heal,
tears I did not share.
I saw deaths I did not mourn,
prayers I did not answer,
doors I did not open,
doors I did not close,
lovers I left behind,
and dreams I did not live.
I saw all that was offered to me that I could not accept.
I saw the letters I wished for but never received.
I saw all that could have been but never will be.
Feather to fire
Fire to blood
Blood to bone
Bone to marrow
Marrow to ashes
Ashes to snow
What matters is not what is written on the page,what matters is what is written in the heart
So burn the letters,and let the ashes on the snow
At the river`s egde
When spring comes,and the snow melts
Return to the banks of the river
Reread my letters with your eyes closed
Let the words and images wash over your body like waves
Reread the letters with your hand cupped over your ears
Listen to the songs of Eden
Ever since my house burnt down, I see the moon more clearly.
I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me, I saw Edens that I had held in my hands but let go,
I saw promises I did not keep,
pains I did not throw,
wounds I did not heal,
tears I did not share.
I saw deaths I did not mourn,
prayers I did not answer,
doors I did not open,
doors I did not close,
lovers I left behind,
and dreams I did not live.
I saw all that was offered to me that I could not accept.
I saw the letters I wished for but never received.
I saw all that could have been but never will be.
Feather to fire
Fire to blood
Blood to bone
Bone to marrow
Marrow to ashes
Ashes to snow
What matters is not what is written on the page,what matters is what is written in the heart
So burn the letters,and let the ashes on the snow
At the river`s egde
When spring comes,and the snow melts
Return to the banks of the river
Reread my letters with your eyes closed
Let the words and images wash over your body like waves
Reread the letters with your hand cupped over your ears
Listen to the songs of Eden
