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[00:00.000] 作词 : CAT小语
[00:01.000] 作曲 : CAT小语
[00:02.000] 编曲 : CAT小语
[00:09.837]The grandfather clock unravels dusk with ticks
[00:14.671]She knits sweaters, murmuring of slower epochs
[00:19.734]"Back when buttons fell, we’d stitch them with thread"
[00:24.749]Fingerprints wrapped in seams, cracks embroidered instead
[00:39.117]We live as tin-can youth, brittle and thin
[00:44.008]Fizzling bubbles sink where silence begins
[00:48.900]Someone clutches roses, lost past midnight’s rim
[00:53.947]Calling past loves "specimens" of what might’ve been
[01:30.071]Texts frost over on the screen’s cold terrain
[01:34.826]I count seconds, steadying each breath’s refrain
[01:39.640]You dive like a kite through storm-clouded skies
[01:44.352]While I cradle shattered bowls, learning to stabilise
[01:50.846]We’re disposable replicas, stamped with expiry dates
[01:56.605]Freshness sealed at first hello, doomed by fate’s debates
[02:01.310]Someone kneels with raw hearts at snow-locked gates
[02:06.089]Hearing chains scrape floors beyond love’s rusted grates
[02:13.300]Obedient children swallow every cry
[02:18.369]Bandage wounds with moonlight’s diluted dye
[02:23.593]Till shop windows showcase, under fluorescent glare
[02:28.743]A thousand fractured palm lines laid bare
[02:36.878]We grow as lone islands’ rings, slow and stark
[02:42.112]Tides steal unopened trust before the dark
[02:46.849]Someone sunbathes on cliffs, warmth turned to art
[02:51.999]Trading all their springs for one "Don’t wait" apart
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作词 : CAT小语
作曲 : CAT小语
编曲 : CAT小语
The grandfather clock unravels dusk with ticks
She knits sweaters, murmuring of slower epochs
"Back when buttons fell, we’d stitch them with thread"
Fingerprints wrapped in seams, cracks embroidered instead
We live as tin-can youth, brittle and thin
Fizzling bubbles sink where silence begins
Someone clutches roses, lost past midnight’s rim
Calling past loves "specimens" of what might’ve been
Texts frost over on the screen’s cold terrain
I count seconds, steadying each breath’s refrain
You dive like a kite through storm-clouded skies
While I cradle shattered bowls, learning to stabilise
We’re disposable replicas, stamped with expiry dates
Freshness sealed at first hello, doomed by fate’s debates
Someone kneels with raw hearts at snow-locked gates
Hearing chains scrape floors beyond love’s rusted grates
Obedient children swallow every cry
Bandage wounds with moonlight’s diluted dye
Till shop windows showcase, under fluorescent glare
A thousand fractured palm lines laid bare
We grow as lone islands’ rings, slow and stark
Tides steal unopened trust before the dark
Someone sunbathes on cliffs, warmth turned to art
Trading all their springs for one "Don’t wait" apart