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  • 作词 : Barbarika
    作曲 : Barbarika
    It's a normal Monday,
    it's a broken sky
    with stripes of marble adorning green sunshine.
    She's boiling a kettle and making the coffee but
    expired are toffees and pastry's dry.
    She's working from home
    nobody in company,
    typing words faster and faster than bites--
    nails falling like leaves, lower lip denting,
    it's time to stop the clock and mind.
    She ain't need no stories
    not the cliches written, not the corny ones'bout love.
    A blank page on mind
    burns the flowers of letters, and the stains of blood.
    Boys are lining to get in, oh yes, they're needed.
    [Chorus]
    Maybe there is a rose in the snow
    (Maybe there is snow in the hole)
    Maybe there is no
    One breath of life and
    an hour of stars
    running like a lame horse; swim, swimming home.
    All the words whitened,
    books make white lies that may be one truth of life, such fun~
    Such a sweet sweet fun
    such a blue memory,
    a morning's like a tree's year, sucking, puffing~circuits~
    Once she got a dog and a man,
    a man who followed her like a dog
    with no Frisbee of no return to chase.
    REPEAT[Chorus]
  • 作词 : Barbarika
    作曲 : Barbarika
    It's a normal Monday,
    it's a broken sky
    with stripes of marble adorning green sunshine.
    She's boiling a kettle and making the coffee but
    expired are toffees and pastry's dry.
    She's working from home
    nobody in company,
    typing words faster and faster than bites--
    nails falling like leaves, lower lip denting,
    it's time to stop the clock and mind.
    She ain't need no stories
    not the cliches written, not the corny ones'bout love.
    A blank page on mind
    burns the flowers of letters, and the stains of blood.
    Boys are lining to get in, oh yes, they're needed.
    [Chorus]
    Maybe there is a rose in the snow
    (Maybe there is snow in the hole)
    Maybe there is no
    One breath of life and
    an hour of stars
    running like a lame horse; swim, swimming home.
    All the words whitened,
    books make white lies that may be one truth of life, such fun~
    Such a sweet sweet fun
    such a blue memory,
    a morning's like a tree's year, sucking, puffing~circuits~
    Once she got a dog and a man,
    a man who followed her like a dog
    with no Frisbee of no return to chase.
    REPEAT[Chorus]