SunoAI-Where Does Time Leave Its Answer? - ETian.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : ETian
[00:01.000] 作曲 : ETian
[00:02.000] 编曲 : ETian
[00:07.350]Where does time leave its answer?
[00:13.530]In the lines of an aging face?
[00:19.590]In the way night quietly gathers,
[00:22.410]without a single trace?
[00:31.710]In the hush of falling autumn leaves,
[00:37.080]the road that takes you far from home?
[00:43.710]In a summer we keep remembering,
[00:49.680]though we face it now alone?
[00:58.980]In the sound of old cicadas
[01:04.890]filling skies with birds in flight？
[01:11.070]In the heat of hands and kisses—
[01:17.100]In a touch that didn’ t last？
[01:22.830]In two green stones we held as treasures,
[01:28.350]like diamonds on a shore of stone.
[01:35.070]In the words we could forgive with,
[01:37.860]in the ways we let things go?
[01:50.520]In a goodbye softly spoken,
[01:53.370]in the waiting— deep and wide,
[02:02.700]in the silence that the ocean
[02:08.520]keeps beneath its tide?
[02:15.720]But I believe the answer
[02:20.670]is fire in the bones
[02:22.620]Not the kind that leaves ashes,
[02:32.760]but the kind that burns alone.
[02:42.960]The girl I used to be—
[02:48.960]still burning in my chest.
[02:55.350]The ghosts I never named—
[02:58.140]are burning with the rest.
[03:10.350]No smoke. No salvation.
[03:16.260]Only fever, wild and blind.
[03:24.240]Burning under water—
[03:29.010]sealed away from every sound.
[03:35.850]A fire never spoken.
[03:38.220]A fire with no name.
[03:48.843]It burns when all is empty.
[03:54.822]And nothing else remains.
[04:00.825]It burns when all is empty.
[04:05.370]And nothing else remains.
[04:13.211]It burns when all is empty.
[04:20.807]And nothing else remains.
[04:25.816]It burns when all is empty.
[04:31.110]And nothing else remains.
[04:37.643]It burns when all is empty.
[04:44.462]And nothing else remains.
[04:52.870]It burns when all is empty.
[04:58.903]And nothing else remains.

文本歌词

作词 : ETian
作曲 : ETian
编曲 : ETian
Where does time leave its answer?
In the lines of an aging face?
In the way night quietly gathers,
without a single trace?
In the hush of falling autumn leaves,
the road that takes you far from home?
In a summer we keep remembering,
though we face it now alone?
In the sound of old cicadas
filling skies with birds in flight？
In the heat of hands and kisses—
In a touch that didn’ t last？
In two green stones we held as treasures,
like diamonds on a shore of stone.
In the words we could forgive with,
in the ways we let things go?
In a goodbye softly spoken,
in the waiting— deep and wide,
in the silence that the ocean
keeps beneath its tide?
But I believe the answer
is fire in the bones
Not the kind that leaves ashes,
but the kind that burns alone.
The girl I used to be—
still burning in my chest.
The ghosts I never named—
are burning with the rest.
No smoke. No salvation.
Only fever, wild and blind.
Burning under water—
sealed away from every sound.
A fire never spoken.
A fire with no name.
It burns when all is empty.
And nothing else remains.
It burns when all is empty.
And nothing else remains.
It burns when all is empty.
And nothing else remains.
It burns when all is empty.
And nothing else remains.
It burns when all is empty.
And nothing else remains.
It burns when all is empty.
And nothing else remains.