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微涼

微涼的秋 蕩來傷口 微涼的酒 苦澀輕透
微涼是我 未忘借口 道別某個深秋
為何當天 不懂去愛 為何分開 方知熱愛
為何夜了 蕩來感慨 是否不應該
匆匆一生獨自上途 風乾情感的苦惱
偶站進街角墮進了夜霧 像消失地圖
無夢的心不懂去愛 讓孤單心靈失去你
寂寞感覺此際蕩來 是否不甘
匆匆一生獨自上途 風乾情感的苦惱
偶站進街角墮進了夜霧 在漆黑裡默禱
差一點把你再擁有 但我心卻害怕靜候
心卻在詛咒 夜了想到以後 不在逗留
匆匆一生獨自上途 風乾情感的苦惱
偶站進街角墮進了夜霧 在漆黑裡默禱
Love Is A Rush Of Wild Wind
The Sun To The Summer Rose
Or It′s A Blowing On A Distant Track
And When It Goes It Goes
匆匆一生獨自上途 風乾情感的苦惱
偶站進街角墮進了夜霧 在漆黑裡默禱
Love Is A Rush Of Wild Wind
The Sun To The Summer Rose
Or It's A Blowing On A Distant Track
And When It Goes It Goes
匆匆一生獨自上途 風乾情感的苦惱
偶站進街角墮進了夜霧 在漆黑裡默禱

Mild Cold

Mildly cold autumn brings wounds Mildly cold alcohol, bitter and faint
Mildly cold is me; I haven't forgotten the excuse, farewell in a certain late autumn
Why did I not know how to love that day? Why did I know I loved after we were separated?
Why do emotions come at night? Should I feel regret?
A hurried life alone on a journey, the bitterness of emotions dried up by the wind
I occasionally stand on the street corner and fall into the night fog, like I've disappeared from the map
A heart without dreams doesn't know how to love; a lonely heart loses you
A lonely feeling, coming up now; should I feel unwilling?
A hurried life alone on a journey, the bitterness of emotions dried up by the wind
I occasionally stand on the street corner and fall into the night fog, and pray silently in the darkness
I almost had you again, but my heart is afraid to wait quietly
My heart curses the night; I think of the future and don't linger
A hurried life alone on a journey, the bitterness of emotions dried up by the wind
I occasionally stand on the street corner and fall into the night fog, and pray silently in the darkness
Love Is A Rush Of Wild Wind
The Sun To The Summer Rose
Or It′s A Blowing On A Distant Track
And When It Goes It Goes
A hurried life alone on a journey, the bitterness of emotions dried up by the wind
I occasionally stand on the street corner and fall into the night fog, and pray silently in the darkness
Love Is A Rush Of Wild Wind
The Sun To The Summer Rose
Or It's A Blowing On A Distant Track
And When It Goes It Goes
A hurried life alone on a journey, the bitterness of emotions dried up by the wind
I occasionally stand on the street corner and fall into the night fog, and pray silently in the darkness