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  • 作词 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell
    作曲 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell
    Lyrics:Holt Marvell Music:Jack Strachey/Harry Link
    A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
    An airline ticket to romantic places
    And still my heart has wings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    A tinkling piano in the next apartment
    Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant
    A fairground's painted swings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    You came, you saw, you conquered me
    When you did that to me
    I knew somehow this had to be
    The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
    A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
    Oh, how the ghost of you clings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    The scent of smouldering leaves the wail of steamers
    Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
    Oh how the ghost of you clings
    These foolish things
    Remind me of you
    How strange, how sweet, to find you still
    These things are dear to me
    They seem to bring you so near to me
    The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
    Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations
    Oh how the ghost of you clings
    These foolish things
    Remind me of you
    Remind me of you
    Remind me of you
  • 作词 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell
    作曲 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell
    Lyrics:Holt Marvell Music:Jack Strachey/Harry Link
    A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
    An airline ticket to romantic places
    And still my heart has wings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    A tinkling piano in the next apartment
    Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant
    A fairground's painted swings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    You came, you saw, you conquered me
    When you did that to me
    I knew somehow this had to be
    The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
    A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
    Oh, how the ghost of you clings
    These foolish things remind me of you
    The scent of smouldering leaves the wail of steamers
    Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
    Oh how the ghost of you clings
    These foolish things
    Remind me of you
    How strange, how sweet, to find you still
    These things are dear to me
    They seem to bring you so near to me
    The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
    Silk stockings thrown aside dance invitations
    Oh how the ghost of you clings
    These foolish things
    Remind me of you
    Remind me of you
    Remind me of you