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手指另一端

如果不是她们全体窃听想聊到天亮
哪怕明天眼圈会黑丑的不像样
那天借你的肩膀哭了他说话不算话
你只弹吉它却不唱歌背景音乐吗
想我一定是很没用吧动不动就红眼眶
他不声不响不见了像被蒸发一样
你用来安慰我的话拣最好听的讲
自己却笑的勉强默默抽出了手掌
等我转身你就会追过来的
当你眼神流转俯身吻我
是爱是感激呢我分不清楚了
只想一生都是这几秒在重复着
等到夜光正索引爱的段落
膨化惯的永远是什么
不管天窗锁着只想目光暖和
因为在我关起指尖另一端手是你的

想我一定是很没用吧动不动就红眼眶
他不声不响不见了像被蒸发一样
你用来安慰我的话拣最好听的讲
自己却笑的勉强默默抽出了手掌
等我转身你就会追过来的
当你眼神流转俯身吻我
是爱是感激呢我分不清楚了
只想一生都是这几秒在重复着
等到夜光正索引爱的段落
膨化惯的永远是什么
不管天窗锁着只想目光暖和
因为在我关起指尖另一端手是你的

等我转身你就会追过来的
当你眼神流转俯身吻我
是爱是感激呢我分不清楚了
只想一生都是这几秒在重复着
等到夜光正索引爱的段落
膨化惯的永远是什么
不管天窗锁着只想目光暖和
因为在我关起指尖另一端手是你的

On the Other End

If it weren't for them eavesdropping, wanting to chat till dawn
Even if my eyes are ringed in dark circles, looking like a fright tomorrow
That day, I borrowed your shoulder, wept as he went back on his word
You strum only the guitar without singing, is that just background music?
I must seem totally useless, my eyes reddening at the drop of a hat
He disappeared without a word, as if evaporated
You picked the sweetest words to comfort me
But you smiled with strained effort, silently withdrawing your hand
When I turn around, you will chase after me
When your gaze flickers, and you lean in to kiss me
Is it love, or gratitude? I can't distinguish anymore
I only wish that these few seconds would repeat forever
Waiting until the night light points to the segment on love
What is it that always inflates?
No matter if the skylight is locked, I only want your gaze to warm me
Because when I close it, the hand on the other end of my fingers is yours

I must seem totally useless, my eyes reddening at the drop of a hat
He disappeared without a word, as if evaporated
You picked the sweetest words to comfort me
But you smiled with strained effort, silently withdrawing your hand
When I turn around, you will chase after me
When your gaze flickers, and you lean in to kiss me
Is it love, or gratitude? I can't distinguish anymore
I only wish that these few seconds would repeat forever
Waiting until the night light points to the segment on love
What is it that always inflates?
No matter if the skylight is locked, I only want your gaze to warm me
Because when I close it, the hand on the other end of my fingers is yours

When I turn around, you will chase after me
When your gaze flickers, and you lean in to kiss me
Is it love, or gratitude? I can't distinguish anymore
I only wish that these few seconds would repeat forever
Waiting until the night light points to the segment on love
What is it that always inflates?
No matter if the skylight is locked, I only want your gaze to warm me
Because when I close it, the hand on the other end of my fingers is yours